“No wiser than when I left you,” confessed Jane.  “Whatever those two youngsters are up to I can’t sense it nor get them to own up.  But, Judy, just keep a sharp watch out.  If they run off it shall be our joyful ju-ty to run them back.  Some of the old Dol Vin nonsense is still brewing in their childish brains I fear, and it behooves us to eliminate it.”

“But why should they want to go now?” puzzled Judith.

“I have admitted I cannot even guess,” replied Jane, “but whatever it is it began long ago and it just ripened now.  Keep a watch on Lenox, that is all I can advise.  I hardly know now which of the two fascinating little creatures I am most in love with.  Sally is as dear as ever, and Bobbie more—­compelling.  If I had a brother I should imagine him just about as deliciously rebellious as Bobbie.”

Which was saying a good deal for Bobbie when it came from Jane.

“Do you really think they will attempt to run away?” queried Judith, deeply perplexed.

“There is every evidence of it.”

“After everything turning out so beautifully—­”

“That’s just it.  There is some secret behind it all,” reasoned Jane.  “I am just as much in the dark as ever.”

“Didn’t you—­couldn’t you ask them outright Janie?  How dreadful if they should spoil everything, by acting so horrid!  To run away!”

“But we must not allow them to do so,” argued Jane.  “Surely now that we are both warned, we ought to be able to forestall any such attempt.”

“You know now how hard it is to keep track of things over at Lenox,” faltered Judith.  “Not that I wouldn’t be willing to sit up nights to watch those babes, but even at that they could slip off,” she reasoned.

“The freshies are having an affair tonight, that will mean we must be doubly watchful during the excitement.”

“Why not tell some of the other girls, and get them to help us?”

“I should hate to do that,” replied Jane.  “After all we have only suspicion; it would never do to start a story like that.”

“I suppose you are right,” sighed Judith, “but if I thought Dol Vin--”

“There is nothing you can’t think about Dol Vin, if that helps you any.  But just the same, she still acts the adroit meddler.  When I recall how she tried all last year to spoil our time here—­yours and mine—­and now when I see she is making tools of these two innocents--” Jane paused from sheer indignation.

“I don’t believe the girl is fully civilized,” blurted out Judith.

“Of course she isn’t, if you mean by ‘civilized’ being human and kind and American.  I would rather be hot headed and fiery, and have all the other bad traits I plead guilty of, than to be as smart and business-like as she is, but have no heart.  I honestly believe Dol Vin has a human motor in place of a flesh and blood heart.”  Jane was getting excited now, and she paced up and down quite like a regular stage person.