dismissals, or such mementos as suspicious games outside the school
grounds.

"No wonder Tavia wants help," thought Dorothy, as she hurried to get
her own things safely put in the box that stood ready. "I declare, she
has the queerest taste--if such things are included in the taste
faculty."

A shuffle and hum at the portal indicated the arrival of Tavia's
guests.

"Enter!" called Tavia, as she threw open the door, "and with the kind
permission of the fair hostess, proceed to drag. 'Drag if you must
this good old bed, but spare my sister's rags, she said,'" and she
deliberately kicked Dorothy's box across the room, while Edna, or Ned,
proceeded to "shoot up" everything she could reach or at which she
could lunge. Cologne, being Dorothy's friend, did the same thing on
Tavia's side, Molly Richards, known as Dick, was not particular on
which side she dragged, just so long as she got a hold on something.

"Oh, girls, do be careful!" pleaded Dorothy. "I have a tea set here I
am so fond of--"

But the warning came too late, for at that very moment Ned had thrown
a picture, frame and all, into the box that Dorothy had started to
pack the tea set in. There was a crash, and even the reckless girls
paused, for the sound of broken china is as abhorrent to any girl as
is the bell for class to the Glenwoods.

Tavia dropped the pop gun she had been holding. "Doro, I am so sorry,"