over, then we'll have a spread that will give you indigestion for
a week. Do you solemnly promise to be good and not tease for
things to eat, but be a ready and willing little toiler?"

"I do," said Hippy, holding up his right hand. "Do you assure me
that the spread you just mentioned is no myth?"

"I do," said Nora, "also that the indigestion, shall be equally
realistic."

"Lead me to it," said Hippy. "I swear in this hour that--"

But Hippy never finished his speech, for Eleanor Savell suddenly
darted into the group with flashing eyes and set lips.

"How dared you meddle with my booth during my absence!" she cried,
looking from one to the other of the astonished young people. "And
what have you done with my things!"

There was a brief silence. Then Nora O'Malley spoke very coolly.

"Really, Miss Savell, we haven't the remotest idea of what you are
speaking."

"You know perfectly well of what I am speaking," retorted Eleanor.
"I might have expected as much, however."

"I repeat," said Nora firmly, "that we do not know what you mean,
and I am not used to having my word questioned. You will have to
explain yourself if you expect to get a definite reply."