hout of mirth followed this ingenuous guess.

"Don't guess again," Marjorie implored.

"I won't. I've guessed wrongly both times. I don't know anyone else who
might be in line for that scrumptious basket."

"I know where it went, but I'll let Marjorie tell you," Jerry said
calmly. "I told the girls they would have time to fix up the surprise
before you came back. Vera did that lettering on one of her sheets in
about five minutes. Maybe we didn't hustle, though." She had now turned
to Marjorie. "Do you believe I know where you were?"

Marjorie looked into Jerry's eyes and smiled. "Yes, I think you know,"
she answered. "I'm going to tell you all." She swept her friends with
affectionate eyes. "That basket was for Miss Susanna. I ran all the way
to Hamilton Arms with it. I was a little afraid of getting caught by the
servants, but I didn't meet a soul inside the gate."

It was her friends' turn to be astonished. A round of exclamatory
remarks went up at the information, followed by eager questions.

"I can't explain why I did it," Marjorie began when the commotion had
subsided. "I thought of Miss Susanna when first we planned to hang May
baskets. I felt as though she needed one. She will never know who hung
it. I hope it makes her happy. What _I_ didn't expect was _this_."
She pointed to her own wealth.

"We felt sorry for you in your lonely old age," giggled Helen. "We
thought you needed something to cheer you up. But we're not going to
hang around here all evening. We are going to give Miss Remson a May
shower. Get the basket you made for her and come along. This is my
party. I've ordered Nesselrode pudding and French cakes from the
Colonial. Think of that!"

"Wonderful!" Marjorie's eyes were dancing. "She will be so delighted to
have a surprise party. _She_ really deserves one."

"So she does, and so did you, and you have had one." Helen dropped a
friendly arm over Marjorie's shoulder. Shyly she endeavored to convey an
affection she could not put into words. It was a warmth of regard which
Marjorie drew from those who had learned to know the fine sweetness of
her disposition.

"I think we are the only ones at Hamilton to hang May baskets," Vera
observed. "It's a custom that ought to be brought forward."

"It is a beautiful idea." Ronny patted lovingly the big blue bow on her
basket for Miss Remson. She was extremely fond of the good little
manager.

"We ought to go in for more of that sort of thing next ye