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excited Dozia. "Who would dare trust a live
and workable phiz to that--traitor?"
"Not I," said Velma Sigsbee.
"Nor I," from Maud Leslie.
"My face must serve me this term," added Inez Wilson, twisting her
features to make sure they worked well.
"All the same," demurred Judith, "the temptation is not to be laughed at.
Just imagine real dimples speared in," with a finger poked in Maud
Leslie's cheek, "and long silky lashes tangles in one's violet gaze----"
This was too much even for staid juniors and the race that followed
almost justified Shirley's much criticised romp. With this difference:
Wellington Hall was now out of the shadows made by the swaying
stream of laughing students darting in and out of the autumn sunshine
that lay like stripes of panne velvet on the sward, but Shirley's run had
begun at the very steps.
Recreation had its limits and that day was counted lost into which a
race over the pleasure grounds had not been crowded. It might be for
tennis, or even baseball, or yet to the lake, but a run was inevitable.
And so they ran.

CHAPTER IV
THRILLING NEWS
Did you read your note, Dinksy?" Judith asked Jane, using the
particular pet name adopted because of its very remote distance from
the original.
"You know I did, Pally." This was from Pal, of course.
"A bomb threat?"
"Not quite." Jane's hair was rebellious this morning and just now
received a real cuffing at its owner's hands.
"How perfectly peachy you would look bobbed, Dinksy. That color and
those smooth silky curls! How the angels must have loved you. Know
this line?
"'Methinks some cherub holds thee fair, For kissing down thy sunny
hair I find his ringlets tangled there!'"
"You would," interrupted Jane sacrilegiously. "More than his ringlets
tangled here this morning," with a final jab of the strongest variety of
golden bone hair-pin. "Aunt Mary always said my mood (she meant
temper) affected my hair. And I am sure she was always right about it."
"Well, you don't have to tell me about the note if you don't want to,
Janie," pouted Judith. "But my idea is, you need counsel and I am as
ever the expert."
"Fair Portia, thou shalt be my counsel ever. I had no thought of hiding
the little note," insisted Jane, "but it is horribly disappointing. Wait
until I rescue it from the basket. There's always a charm about the
original." "Don't bother, please, Jane," begged Judith. "We are almost
late and I hope for a set of tennis before class. I need it every day to
keep off the heartbreak. Darlink Sanzie," she sniffled. "To think he will
nary again bat a ball in my black eye."

"Why never again? There are other vacations."
"But no more Jacks like Sanzie. He is unique and has opened a law
office by now. Can't you see his stenographer kicking his shapely shins
as he dictates? They always do that in the movies, and Sanzie is so up
to date, even as to shins. Now, Janie dear, let's along. En route you may
tell me about the bomb threat. The corridors are clear."
"She simply wants a chance to talk to me, that's all----"
"But she can't have it," declared Judith. "As your counsel I forbid it.
Just give that girl a chance and she will bind you over, body and soul;
refined blackmail, you know. Don't you dare answer that note until I
dictate the reply," Judith swung her arm around Jane's waist in the most
all-embracing manner. "Please, Dinksy," she almost whispered, "wait
until we are free this afternoon."
Thus they separated; Judith for her tennis and Jane for a turn on
Bowling Green.
But Jane had a deeper problem to solve than even her chum suspected.
There was the broken mirror in Dozia's room and the fact that Dozia
had actually hit Shirley on the head with a hammer!
"A pretty record that--and made on the first night in college," Jane
reflected.
Undoubtedly the freshman's demand that Jane "see her at once" had to
do with the outrage. And the interview would be granted, of course,
that very afternoon unless Judith interfered.
Incidentally Judith was turning the situation over in her own good-
natured mind.
"I would just like to see that gawk get Jane wound up in her miseries,"
she told herself, while Janet Clarke hunted for stray tennis balls in the
hedge. "Jane is such a dear with sympathy that this girl's very crimes
would appeal to her--in compassion. No-sir- ree!" She volleyed a

vicious ball--"Jane will not see the impossible Shirley alone just yet."
Meanwhile news of Dolorez Vincez's Beauty Shop had spread over the
college like a holiday notice. Dolorez was the South American girl who
had been expelled from