"Yes; it is J. Elfreda," almost wailed Alberta Wicks. "I"m going straight back to Stuart Hall and pack my trunk. Come on, Mary."
"Better wait a little," dryly advised the soph.o.m.ore who had announced her disapproval of the night"s escapade. "You may be sorry if you don"t."
"Good-bye, girls," said Alberta abruptly. "If I hear anything, I"ll report to you at once. Now that J. Elfreda is among us, we"d better steer clear of one another for a while at least."
She hurried away, followed by Mary Hampton.
"That was my first, and if I get safely out of this, will be my last offense," said another soph.o.m.ore firmly. "All those who agree with me say "aye."" Five "ayes" were spoken simultaneously.
In the meantime, Grace was trying vainly to make up her mind what to do.
Should she go directly to the two mischievous soph.o.m.ores, revealing the ident.i.ty of the ghosts, or should she leave them in a quandary as to the outcome of their unwomanly trick? One thing had been decided upon definitely by Grace and her friends. They would tell no tales. Grace could not help thinking that a little anxiety would be the just due of the plotters, and with this idea in mind determined to do nothing for a time, at least, toward putting them at their ease.
But there was one person who had not been asked to remain silent concerning the ghost party, and that person was Elfreda. Grace had forgotten to tell her that the night"s happenings were to be kept a secret and when late that afternoon she espied Alberta Wicks and Mary Hampton walking in the direction of Stuart Hall she pursued them with the air of an avenger. Before they realized her presence she had begun a furious arraignment of their treachery. "You ought to be sent home for it," she concluded savagely, "and if Grace Harlowe wasn"t----"
"Grace Harlowe!" exclaimed Alberta, turning pale. "Do you mean to tell me that it was she who planned that ghost party?"
"I shall tell you nothing," retorted Elfreda. "I"m sorry I said even that much. I want you to understand, though, that if you ever try to play a trick on me again, I"ll see that you are punished for it if I have to go down on my knees to the whole faculty to get them to give you what you deserve. Just remember that, and mind your own business, strictly, from now on."
Turning on her heel, the stout girl marched off, leaving the two girls in a state of complete perturbation.
"Had we better go and see Miss Harlowe?" asked Mary Hampton, rather unsteadily.
"The question is, do we care to come back here next year?" returned Alberta grimly.
"I"d like to come back," said Mary in a low voice. "Wouldn"t you?"
"I don"t know," was the perverse answer. "I don"t wish to humble myself to any one. I"m going to take a chance on her keeping quiet about last night. I have an idea she is not a telltale. If worse comes to worst, there are other colleges, you know, Mary."
"I thought, perhaps, if we were to go to Miss Harlowe, we might straighten out matters and be friends," said Mary rather hesitatingly.
"Those girls have nice times together, and they are the cleverest crowd in the freshman cla.s.s. I"m tired of being at sword"s points with people."
"Then go over to them, by all means," sneered Alberta. "Don"t trouble yourself about your old friends. They don"t count."
"You know I didn"t mean that, Bert," said Mary reproachfully. "I won"t go near them if you feel so bitter about last night."
It was several minutes before Mary succeeded in conciliating her sulky friend. By that time the tiny sprouts of good fellowship that had vainly tried to poke their heads up into the light had been hopelessly blighted by the chilling reception they met with, and Mary had again been won over to Alberta"s side.
Sat.u.r.day evening Arline Thayer entertained the ghost party at Martell"s, and Elfreda, to her utter astonishment, was made the guest of honor.
During the progress of the dinner, Alberta Wicks, Mary Hampton and two other soph.o.m.ores dropped in for ice cream. By their furtive glances and earnest conversation it was apparent that they strongly suspected the ident.i.ty of the avenging specters. Elfreda"s presence, too, confirmed their suspicions.
In a spirit of pure mischief Mabel Ashe pulled a leaf from her note book. Borrowing a pencil, she made an interesting little sketch of two frightened young women fleeing before a band of sheeted specters.
Underneath she wrote: "It is sometimes difficult to lay ghosts. Walk warily if you wish to remain unhaunted." This she sent to Alberta Wicks by the waitress. It was pa.s.sed from hand to hand, and resulted in four young women leaving Martell"s without finishing their ice cream.
"You spoiled their taste for ice cream, Mabel," laughed Frances Marlton, glancing at the now vacant table. "I imagine they are shaking in their shoes."
"They did not think that the juniors had taken a hand in things,"
remarked Constance Fuller.
"Hardly," laughed Helen Burton. "Did you see their faces when they read that note?"
"It"s really too bad to frighten them so," said Leona Rowe.
"I don"t agree with you, Leona," said Mabel Ashe firmly. Her charming face had grown grave. "I think that Miss Wicks and Miss Hampton both ought to be sent home. If you will look back a little you will recollect that these two girls were far from being a credit to their cla.s.s during their freshman year. I don"t like to say unkind things about an Overton girl, but those two young women were distinctly trying freshmen, and as far as I can see haven"t imbibed an iota of college spirit. Last night"s trick, however, was completely overstepping the bounds. If Miss Briggs had been a timid, nervous girl, matters might have resulted quite differently. Then it would have been our duty to report the mischief makers. I am not sure that we are doing right in withholding what we now know from the faculty, but I am willing to give these girls the benefit of the doubt and remain silent."
"That is my opinion of the matter, too," agreed Grace. "It is only a matter of a few days until we shall all have to say good-bye until fall.
During vacation certain girls will have plenty of time to think things over, and then they may see matters in an entirely different light. I shouldn"t like to think that almost my last act before going home to my mother was to give some girl a dismissal from Overton to take home to hers."
A brief silence followed Grace"s remark. The little speech about her mother had turned the thoughts of the girls homeward. Suddenly Mabel Ashe rose from her chair. "Here"s to our mothers, girls. Let"s dedicate our best efforts to them, and resolve never to lessen their pride in us with failures."
[Ill.u.s.tration: Over the Tea and Cakes the Clouds Dispersed.]
When Elfreda, Miriam, Anne and Grace ran up the steps of Wayne Hall at a little before ten o"clock they were laughing and talking so happily they failed to notice Virginia Gaines, who had been walking directly ahead of them. She had come from Stuart Hall, where, impatient to learn just what had happened the night before, she had gone to see Mary and Alberta.
Finding them out she managed to learn the news from the very girl who had declared herself sorry for her part in the escapade. This particular soph.o.m.ore, now that the reaction had set in, was loud in her denunciation of the trick and congratulated Virginia on not being one of those intimately concerned in it.
But Virginia, now conscience-stricken, had little to say.
She still lingered in the hall as the quartette entered, but they pa.s.sed her on their way upstairs without speaking and she finally went to her room wishing, regretfully, that she had been less ready to quarrel with the girls who bade fair to lead their cla.s.s both in scholarship and popularity. It was fully a week afterward when a thoroughly humbled and repentant Virginia, after making sure that Anne was out, knocked one afternoon at Grace"s door.
"How do you do, Miss Gaines," said Grace civilly, but without warmth.
"Won"t you come in?"
Virginia entered, but refused the chair Grace offered her. "No, thank you, I"ll stand," she replied. Then in a halting fashion she said: "Miss Harlowe, I--am--awfully sorry for--for being so hateful all this year."
She stopped, biting her lip, which quivered suspiciously.
Grace stared at her caller in amazement. Could it be possible that insolent Virginia Gaines was meekly apologizing to her. Then, thoughtful of the other girl"s feelings, she smiled and stretched out her hand: "Don"t say anything further about it, Miss Gaines. I hope we shall be friends. One can"t have too many, you know, and college is the best place in the world for us to find ourselves. Come in to-night and have tea and cakes with us after lessons. That is the highest proof of hospitality I can offer at present."
"I will," promised Virginia. Then impulsively she caught one of Grace"s hands in hers. "You"re the dearest girl," she said, "and I"ll try to be worthy of your friendship. Please tell the girls I"m sorry. I"ll tell them myself to-night." With that she fairly ran from the room, and going to her own shed tears of real contrition. Later, it took all Grace"s reasoning powers to put Elfreda in a state of mind that verged even slightly on charitable, but after much coaxing she promised to behave with becoming graciousness toward Virginia.
Over the tea and cakes the clouds gradually dispersed, and when Virginia went to her room that night, after declaring that she had had a perfectly lovely time, Grace took from her writing case the note that Miriam had found, and tore it into small pieces. She needed no evidence against Virginia.
CHAPTER XXIV
SAYING GOOD-BYE TO THEIR FRESHMAN YEAR
The few intervening days that lay between commencement and home were filled with plenty of pleasant excitement. There were calls to make, farewell spreads and merry-makings to attend, and momentous questions concerning what to leave behind and what to take home to be decided. The majority of the girls at Wayne Hall had asked for their old rooms for the next year. Two soph.o.m.ores had succeeded in getting into Wellington House. One poor little freshman, having studied too hard, had brought on a nervous affection and was obliged to give up her course at Overton for a year at least. There was also one other soph.o.m.ore whose mother was coming to the town of Overton to live and keep house for her daughter in a bungalow not far from the college.
It now lacked only two days until the end of the spring term, and what to pack and when to pack it were the burning questions of the hour.
"There will be room for four more freshmen here next year," remarked Grace, as she appeared from her closet, her arms piled high with skirts and gowns. Depositing them on the floor, she dropped wearily into a chair. "I don"t believe I can ever make all those things go into that trunk. I have all my clothes that I brought here last fall, and another lot that I brought back at Christmas, and still some others that I acquired at Easter. If I had had a particle of forethought I would have taken home a few things each trip. Don"t dare to leave the house until this trunk is packed, Anne, for I shall need you to help me sit on it.
If our combined weight isn"t enough, we"ll invite Elfreda and Miriam in to the sitting. I am perfectly willing to perform the same kind offices for them. Oh, dear, I hate to begin. I"m wild to go home, but I can"t help feeling sad to think my freshman joys are over. It seems to me that the two most important years in college are one"s freshman and senior years.
"Being a freshman is like beginning a garden. One plants what one considers the best seeds, and when the little green shoots come up, it"s terribly hard to make them live at all. It is only by constant care that they are made to thrive and all sorts of storms are likely to rise out of a clear sky and blight them. Some of the seeds one thought would surely grow the fastest are total disappointments, while others that one just planted to fill in, fairly astonish one by their growth, but if at the end of the freshman year the garden looks green and well cared for, it"s safe to say it will keep on growing through the soph.o.m.ore and junior years and bloom at the end of four years. That"s the peculiarity about college gardens. One has to begin to plant the very first day of the freshman year to be sure of flowers when the four years are over.
"In the soph.o.m.ore year the hardest task is keeping the weeds out, and during the junior and senior years the difficulty will be to keep the ground in the highest state of cultivation. It will be easier to neglect one"s garden, then, because one will have grown so used to the things one has planted that one will forget to tend them and put off stirring up the soil around them and watering them. I"m going to think a little each day while I"m home this summer about my garden and keep it fresh and green."