re Evelin and
Helen in it?"

"No, they must go to-night; the Senior class must not be divided equally
against itself," Polly said, thoughtfully. "I'll ask them now, and I'll
make them go." She went off to find them.

A few minutes before study hour they all met in Study Hall.

"Mrs. Baird says we may go, of course," Betty began, "and she's told
McDonald to bring around the sleigh at seven-fifteen."

"Will she chaperone?"

"No, she's got an awful lot to do. She suggested Miss Crosby. So I asked
her. She said she'd love to-- I'd rather have had Miss Porter, on
account of Connie--but I didn't like to say so."

"Evelin and Mildred will come; they were a little cold at first," Polly
said, "but they're all right now, and crazy to see Connie."

"How about the Dorothys, Lo?" Betty demanded.

Lois chuckled wickedly.

"They have made other plans for this evening, and will be unable to go,"
she said, sadly. "I didn't urge them."

"Good; that leaves about fifteen--just the right number for the wagon."
Angela consulted her list. "I've got enough crackers and chocolate for
everybody," she added.

"Look at the time!" Betty exclaimed. "Who keeps study hour to-night?"

"The Spartan."

"Oh, Lordy! Well, I'll have to be late. Somebody tell her I have Mrs.
Baird's permission, if she misses my smiling face."

"Where are you going?" Polly asked.

"To get my clothes and take them to the guest room. Mrs. Baird said
Connie would sleep with Ange while she's here. I'm off."

"Betty, you darling!" Angela exclaimed--but Betty was half way down the
hall.

CHAPTER VIII

AN EVENTFUL STRAW-RIDE

Study hour began at five o'clock and lasted until six-thirty.

The girls found it impossible to get to work. At exactly five-eleven,
Angela threw a note to Polly.

"Her train is due," it read. "Do you suppose we'll have to wait until
dinner to see her?"

Polly shrugged her shoulders and shook her head in reply, and tried to
get interested in her history.

A few minutes later, Lois left her seat and went over to the dictionary
by the window. The sound of carriage wheels made her completely forget
the word she was hunting for. She peeked out of the window. There was
Connie on the driveway. Lois watched her pay the driver and pick up her
suitcase. Then she went back to her seat.

"She's here," she whispered to Angela and Polly in passing.

Angela almost shouted with joy, but the Spartan's frown of displeasure
at the distur