Glancing up she saw Miss Partridge’s gaze fixed inquiringly upon her.  A sudden revulsion of feeling swept over Harriet.  She realized what she had done.  She wanted to scream out that she had deceived them.  A look of terror leaped into her eyes.  Miss Partridge saw the expression, as did Miss Elting from the other end of the table.  It was quite evident that none of the guardians knew that Patricia Scott had slept in Harriet’s tent that night.  Harriet glancing quickly at Patricia saw that she was sitting with eyes fixed on her plate calmly eating her breakfast.  There was a half smile on the lips of Patricia.  For the moment Harriet was filled with anger.  Anger again gave place to horror over her deception.

Miss Partridge was still looking at Harriet with a pained expression in her eyes.

“Oh, she suspects me,” thought Harriet.  “What shall I do?”

After breakfast the girl summoned all her will to her aid, waited calmly until the tray for Cora had been prepared, then with trembling hands carried it to her tent.  Just before reaching her quarters Harriet saw a slim figure clad in a raincoat with head completely enveloped by a hood dart into the tent.  And when Harriet stepped inside, there was Cora tucked under the quilts apparently asleep.

“Oh!” Harriet gave a little cry of amazement.  She wondered for the moment if she had been dreaming, if Cora had not been there all the time.  Harriet then recalled that a moment before she had seen some one entering her quarters from the rear of the tent.  A bit of sleeve observable at the edge of the blanket told her that Cora was fully dressed, not in her uniform but in a blue evening gown that Harriet had seen among Miss Kidder’s personal effects.

“Why did you wake me up?” demanded Cora petulantly, opening her eyes.

“I beg your pardon,” answered Harriet coldly.  “Here is a tray that Mrs. Livingston asked me to take to you.”

“Put it on the chair.  I wish you would go out and leave me.  I don’t feel like talking.  If any girl comes here ask her to stay out of the tent for the next half hour.  I’m going to get up and dress soon.”

Harriet set the tray down and walked from the tent.  Her heart was heavy on account of the deception she had practised.  Her pride had been wounded, too.  Did Cora Kidder think her so stupid as not to know what had been going on?  Then the next thought was one of remorse that she had deceived Miss Partridge and Mrs. Livingston.

“My offense is as great as theirs,” accused Harriet.

At that juncture her attention was attracted to a girl running toward her.  It was Crazy Jane.  Harriet walked away from the tent.  Jane came up with her a few yards further on.

“Harriet, what is the matter?” she demanded, bending a keen glance into the face of Harriet Burrell.

“Oh, Jane.  I’m so unhappy,” replied Harriet sadly.

“Tell me all about it darling” begged Jane soothingly, linking an arm within that of her companion, leading her farther into the woods.