Miriam flushed and laughed a little, then hurried over to greet Arnold Evans, who had just entered the hall.

“Oh, boys, you don’t know how good it seems to have you all here again,” said Grace, after the first greetings had been exchanged, as she beamed on the young men.  “You’re just in time to go to work, too.  We’ve oodles of things to wrap for the ’Mystery Auction,’ and Hippy you must be auctioneer.  You can do it to perfection.”

“Tell us all about this affair.  I received rather indefinite accounts of it in the exceedingly brief letters that I have been favored with of late,” said Tom Gray, fixing a reproachful eye upon Grace.

“Please forgive me, Tom,” begged Grace, “but really I’ve been so busy of late that I just had to cut my letters short.  Come on around the hall with me, and I’ll tell you about all the stunts we’ve planned.  Come on, everybody,” she called, turning to the young people grouped about, “and remember, that I expect some original suggestions from you boys.”

Around the hall they went, stopping before each tent, while the girls explained its purpose.

“What’s this to be?” asked Tom, as he stopped at one corner of the hall that was closely curtained.  “May I enter?”

“Mercy, no,” gasped Grace, catching him by the arm as he was about to move aside one of the heavy curtains.  “That’s Eleanor Savell’s own particular corner.  None of us know what is behind those curtains.  You see, Eleanor hasn’t spoken to any of us since last year.  When we first talked about having this bazaar we decided to make it a senior class affair.  We didn’t care to go to Eleanor and ask her to help, because she hasn’t been nice to any of the Phi Sigma Tau, but we asked Miss Tebbs and Miss Kane, two of the teachers who are helping with this, to ask Eleanor to do something.  You know she plays so well, both on the violin and piano, then, too, the greater part of her life has been spent abroad, so she surely must have lots of good ideas.

“When first Miss Tebbs asked her she refused to have anything to do with it.  Then she suddenly changed her mind and has been working like a beaver ever since.  Miss Tebbs says her booth is beautiful.”

“If I’m not mistaken here she comes now,” said Tom suddenly.  “I never saw her but once before, yet hers is a face not easily forgotten.”

“Yes, it is she,” replied Grace.  “Let us walk on.”

Eleanor Savell, gowned in a tailored suit of blue and looking particularly beautiful, walked haughtily by and disappeared behind the heavy green curtain.

“She is certainly a stunning girl!” was Tom’s low-voiced exclamation, “but, oh, what a look she gave you, Grace!”

“Did she?” replied Grace, with an amused smile.  “That doesn’t worry me.  She has repeated that performance so often that I have grown used to it.”

“Look out for her just the same,” advised Tom.

“Where do we jollificate, to-night?” asked Hippy, as Grace and Tom joined them again.