"Fraternally yours, "COMMITTEE ON INITIATION."
Blue Bonnet laughed as she folded up the invitation and put it back in the desk. Her mind reverted to the time, a day or two back, when Sue Hemphill had fastened a little enameled sprig of mint--the pin of the Order--on her dress with the remark:
"This means that you are now pledged to our Order. Mint is our emblem.
You"ll get the roast at the initiation."
She stood for a moment looking out the window, her thoughts on the event before her. She wondered about the little golden lamb at the top of the note-paper--what its significance was. In regard to the refreshments she wished she had known about those sooner. If she could have had a day"s notice, Huyler"s could have prepared a witches" delight--ghost sandwiches that the girls would not have forgotten in a week. She remembered some April fool"s candy Kitty Clark once got--the most delectable looking stuff imaginable--but, ugh! Her mouth burned yet when she thought of it.
She ran across the hall and knocked softly at Annabel"s door. Annabel was some time in answering. When she did, she poked her head out the tiniest bit, and Blue Bonnet saw a flash of white sheets which seemed, from her brief glance, to cover the room.
"Sorry to be inhospitable, Blue Bonnet, but I can"t let you in. You see you aren"t expected until to-night. At twelve, remember; and, for goodness" sake, take a look down the hall before you venture out. We don"t want Fraulein to spoil things. I reckon Sue had better fix up your pillow before you come."
"Fix up my pillow!" Blue Bonnet said, a bit mystified.
"Yes. She"ll show you. She"s an artist at it."
Blue Bonnet"s amazement deepened and Annabel explained.
"She"ll get some of Wee Watts" hair. She"s got a Jane, and a switch, too--it"s about the color of yours--and she"ll pin it on your pillow--fix it up so that if Fraulein suspects anything and takes a peek in your room she"ll swear you"re sleeping like a baby."
Blue Bonnet fairly gasped.
"Oh, we haven"t been here three years for nothing, let me tell you,"
Annabel confessed. "You need all your wits."
"How am I going to wake up?" Blue Bonnet asked. "I know I never can without an alarm of some kind. I"m an awfully good sleeper."
"That"s easy. Tie a string round your wrist and put the string outside the transom--let it hang down the wall. n.o.body will see it after the lights are out. Some of us will pull it and waken you about a quarter to twelve. Don"t wake Joy. She might go to Miss North, or do something."
"No, she wouldn"t. Joy isn"t so bad as we all thought, Annabel. I want to tell you about her sometime. We must try to be nicer to her if she stays here."
"Oh, she"ll stay, never fear. They aren"t expelling any graduates--especially a student like Joy Cross. She"s made a wonderful record. Miss North"s got to admit that, whatever else Joy"s done.
Good-by. See you later. I"m in an awful hurry. You"ll excuse me, won"t you?"
About five minutes before time for the lights to be put out, there was a gentle knock at Blue Bonnet"s door. Sue Hemphill put her head in and glanced round.
"Where"s Joy?" she asked, drawing something in after her.
"In the bathroom."
"Good! Here, turn down your bed quick, Blue Bonnet."
Blue Bonnet complied, and Sue swiftly deposited a pillow underneath the sheet, leaving only a brown head gracefully exposed to view.
Blue Bonnet clapped her hand over her mouth to prevent a shriek. The thing so resembled a human head that it convulsed her for a moment.
"Sue! How ever did you do it? Why, from the back it looks just like me.
I always braid my hair that way at night. It"s wonderful!"
"Practice makes perfect. Get in on the other side and don"t disturb it.
Cover it up a bit more till Joy gets to bed. Don"t forget the string on your arm, and, whatever you do, don"t get scared and scream when I yank it. Remember! Good night."
She was off before Blue Bonnet could say a word, even ask a question.
Blue Bonnet got out her night-dress and threw it over the brown head on the pillow, loitering about her undressing. Joy finished her toilet and got into bed quickly. A moment more and the lights were off.
Blue Bonnet tied the string to her arm, but she had to wait until Joy fell asleep before she could put it through the transom, and Joy was unusually wakeful. Blue Bonnet heard her tumble and toss upon her bed while she tried to ward off sleep herself. She gave up in despair finally. It would never do to get up on a chair and put the string through with Joy awake. She fell into a doze thinking what she should do, and the next thing she knew she was being shaken rudely while a voice in her ear whispered:
"Get up, quickly! You"re late. We couldn"t find the string anywhere."
Blue Bonnet got into the sheet and bath-robe and sped across the hall to number fifteen.
Number fifteen presented a weird appearance. Heavy black cloth had been tacked over the transom to shut out all light and two or three candles burned about the room dimly. On the wide couch six ghostly figures rocked back and forth mumbling an incantation.
"Is the candidate ready for initiation?" a voice from the couch asked.
"If so, let her speak."
Blue Bonnet nodded.
"The master of ceremonies will then conduct her to the middle of the room and blindfold her."
The ghost in the centre of the group rose, and stretching out her arms, gave forth an edict of some kind in a stage whisper. Blue Bonnet couldn"t catch it all--it was purposely jumbled--but it began:
"Oh, spirits of all departed lambs, attend! attend!
Hear me call! Hear me call!"
When the last note of the incantation had faded into silence, a strange stillness settled upon the room. This lasted for several minutes. Blue Bonnet stood quietly, wondering what was to happen next. She had not long to wait. A slender little ghost slid from the couch and pattering about the room softly, extinguished each light. Then came a command.
"Conductor, advance the candidate. Let her extend the hand of fellowship to her sister lambs."
Blue Bonnet was marched forward a few steps. She extended her hand. The thing that met hers caused her to drop it instantly, and the cold chills pa.s.sed up and down her spine. If she had only known that it was but a rubber glove filled with cold water, she could have breathed more easily. She stifled a cry.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THE GHOST IN THE CENTRE OF THE GROUP ROSE."]
"The candidate is warned not to scream," came a stern voice from out the darkness, and Blue Bonnet struggled for better self control.
Something soft and woolly was next thrust into her arms--something that said "bah-bah" a bit mechanically, and Blue Bonnet cuddled it warmly. It was suspiciously like the old Teddy bear that she used to take to bed with her on lonely nights at the ranch. Somebody proclaimed it a mascot.
Then followed a succession of pranks numerous and frivolous; and when the fun grew too riotous for discretion the master of ceremonies requested order.
"Is the candidate now ready to take the oath of allegiance?" was asked the conductor, who stood guard over Blue Bonnet.
"She is ready," the guard answered.
It would hardly be fair to go too deeply into the ritual of a secret organization. It is sufficient, therefore, to say that during the next fifteen minutes Blue Bonnet learned more of the character and habits of the girls she had chosen as friends than she had dreamed of in two months" a.s.sociation. She learned, among other things, that the lamb which they had chosen as their emblem, signified sacrifice: that these girls gave one-tenth of their allowances monthly for settlement work.
She found a new meaning in friendship; a new impetus for service.
It was after the serious part of the ceremony that the real fun began.
The bandage, which had been removed for a little time, was again bound about Blue Bonnet"s eyes securely, and she stumbled forth into the darkness, upheld by two ghosts who shook with suppressed mirth as they guided her uncertain footsteps. Blue Bonnet had a suspicion that she was being led over the same ground times without number as the journey progressed, but she went forward without a murmur. When they had at last reached the sky parlor, where the feast was to be held, the bandage was once more removed and congratulations were in order, Annabel was the first to extend them.