"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.