at time, didn't I?" she chuckled,
hugging herself delightedly. "You thought it was something wonderful."

"Oh, fudge!" said Margery disgustedly. "I might have known you weren't
in earnest."

"I call that real mean of you, Jane," pouted Hazel Holland.

Miss Elting laughed tolerantly, nodding at Harriet as though to say, "I
told you so." But Harriet's gaze was fixed on Crazy Jane's face.
Harriet knew very well that there was something more to be said; that
Jane really had made an important discovery, and that, after having
teased her companions to her satisfaction, she would tell them the rest
of the story.

"Spectacles were made to assist people in seeing. Suppose you let us
see, Jane," suggested Harriet.

"Now, now, Bright Eyes, don't be hasty," chided Jane. "Do you really
wish to see?"

Harriet yawned as though completely indifferent.

"I am not so curious over your discovery that I cannot wait until
morning to hear about it. I'm sleepy and I am going to bed, provided I
can find one," she replied, rising and stretching herself indolently.
"Good night, Jane."

"Wait!" Jane knew that Harriet meant exactly what she said. She knew
that it was time to stop trifling and to explain. "If you must see
them, here they are." She drew the "specs" from a pocket in her skirt,
holding them at arm's-length suspended from a string that the wearer
had fastened to them to keep the glasses over his eyes.

Harriet and Miss Elting uttered an "Oh!"

"I thought you would say something when you saw them," chuckled Jane.
Her face was flushed; her eyes sparkled triumphantly.

"Huh! Goggles!" grunted Janus.

"You have guessed it the first time," cried Jane.

"Green goggles! Do you see that, girls?" cried Harriet excitedly.

[Illustration: "Green goggles!" cried Harriet excitedly.]

"They are, indeed," breathed the guardian.

"Well, I swum! Where'd you find them?" questioned the guide,
interested, but failing to catch the real significance of Jane
McCarthy's discovery.

"Oh-h-h-h!" chorused the Meadow-Brook Girls.

"And I believe they are the very same," declared Harriet, nodding
thoughtfully over the goggles, which she had taken from Jane's hand.
"You certainly have made a find. I think we are beginning to
understand, Miss Elting."

"Yes. Mr. Grubb does not, though."

"Some one dropped them; I understand that well enough. But the
spectacles themselves don't tell us who the fellow is by a long shot.
I kno