a passage had been made, large
enough to accommodate a bottle of milk, a pint of ice cream or any other
delicacy that required cold storage. It had been necessary to cut the
wall paper, and the plastering, of course,--a daring thing to do, but
the girls had felt no great qualm of conscience.

An elaborate calendar covered the aperture. It had been observed many
times by visitors that the calendar hung low, but Annabel was always
quick to remark that there was no other place, the room, being full to
overflowing with pictures, pennants, etc. A truth which could not be
gainsaid.

"Splendid!" Ruth cried, with more enthusiasm than she was wont to show,
and got out paper and pencil immediately.

"Better get ink, Ruth. Who ever heard of a last will and testament being
written in pencil? Here! let me do it."

For a minute Annabel scratched away busily, and this is what Ruth read
over her shoulder:

"TO THE NEXT OCCUPANTS OF THIS ROOM

"GREETINGS!

"To you, whoever you may be (we hope the best ever), Ruth Biddle
of Scranton, Pennsylvania, and Annabel Jackson of Nashville,
Tennessee, former occupants, do bequeath our good will, our
confidence, our social standing (which is thrown in gratis along
with the most expensive room in the school), and do entrust to
your everlasting protection such of our possessions as you may
find useful and necessary. The black cloths, which you will find
in this secret hiding-place, fit the transoms over the door and
in the bathroom. The candles you will find convenient for
midnight feasts and orgies; the refrigerator indispensable for
cold storage; the box couch excellent for provisions, such as
Nabiscos, crackers and cookies. To you also we do bequeath the
residue of our estate: the wicker tea-table; the picture of the
Queen Louise; the china cat on the mantel-piece, which has
proved an invaluable mascot. This together with our best wishes,
congratulations, and the hope that you will continue to dispense
hospitality and radiate good cheer and comfort from these
portals.
"Signed:
"Witnessed by:"

"You don't mean to say you're going to give your tea-table to utter
strangers, do you, Annabel?" Ruth asked in surprise.

"I don't mean to pay storage or freight on it. Certainly I'm going to
leave it."

"And the Queen Louise? I thought you a