ball team,' she read, 'I wish to say that I resign from your team
to-day. Signed, Fanny Gerard.'"

"Why, she's crazy," Betty said, with indignation.

"That's the dear Dorothys," Angela remarked, airily. They were all
discussing the note at once, when a tap sounded on the door.

"Go see who it is, Lo. I don't want to see any one else this morning,"
Polly protested.

Lois went to the door. They heard Jane's excited voice in the corridor.

"Please let us see Polly," she asked. "We won't stay a second."

"And we won't talk about last night," Phylis' voice joined in. "We've
something awfully important to tell her and you."

Lois looked inquiringly at Polly and the other girls.

"Oh, let them in," Polly said, good naturedly. "Hello, you two, what's
the secret?" she greeted them.

They came over to the bed. They were very much embarrassed by the
presence of the others.

"You're not awfully sick, are you, Polly?" Phylis asked, real distress
in her voice.

"Bless your heart, no," Polly assured her. "I'm just being lazy; I'll be
up for luncheon."

"Tell us the something important," Lois said, pulling Jane down beside
her on the window box.

Jane looked at Angela and Connie.

"Oh, never mind them," Lois said, understanding her hesitation. "What is
it?"

"Well," Jane began, desperately, "I've got to tell you first--that
Phylis and I were not very nice--"

"We listened behind a door," Phylis confessed, calmly; "we just had to."

"We were in Eleanor Trent's room," Jane took up the story again. "You
see, yesterday she borrowed my gym shoes, and I went down to her room to
get them. Well, you know her room is next to Fanny Gerard's, and just as
we were coming out, we heard some one crying--"

"Fanny doesn't like us much," Phylis went on, "but we stopped to listen,
and we heard Dorothy Mead say:

"'Well, don't be a baby about it. Of course, if you want to have Polly
boss you, you can, and Fanny--'"

"No, then Dorothy Lansing said, 'you'd only have to coast down the hill
once, to show her you wouldn't let her,'" Jane interrupted.

"Fanny was crying and saying she wanted to go home, and that she
wouldn't ever speak to anybody again. We left them, and-- Well, we
thought we'd better tell you." Phylis ended the tale and looked at
Polly.

"Poor Fanny," Polly sighed, "she's not very happy. The Dorothys
shouldn't talk that way, of course, but it's not very important. Thanks
for telling me, though. Don't listen any mo