hat affair, and who made it?" asked
Arline curiously.

"Mystery, all is mystery," croaked the Sphinx.

"But you said you would answer my question!" persisted Arline.

"Which one?" plaintively inquired the voice.

"Both," declared Arline boldly.

"Only one, only one," was the provoking reply.

"Then, who made it?" asked Arline.

"It was made ages ago." Emma Dean's familiar drawl startled both Grace
and Arline. "My brother had it made for a college play called 'Sphinx.'
When we began to plan for the bazaar I sent home for it. I was so afraid
it wouldn't arrive on time. My brother hired an old man who does this
wonderful papier mache work to make it. I made the paws. Rather
realistic, aren't they? All this drapery came with the head. I am inside
the head, sitting on a stool. It's rather dark and stuffy, but it's lots
of fun, too. I can appear before the audience at any moment. The head is
built over a light frame. There is an arrangement inside the head that
makes promenading possible. In fact, I had practiced an attractive
little dance--"

"Hurrah!" cried Arline. "Another feature. When shall we have it! Won't
that be splendid?"

"Not this afternoon. Late in the evening," counseled Emma. "I don't wish
to dance more than once, and you know what a college girl audience
means. Now, is there anything else you want to know?"

There was a sudden murmur of voices outside which silenced Emma
immediately. Then Alberta Wicks, Mary Hampton and Kathleen West were
ushered into the tent.

"I am the Sphinx," began the far-away voice again in the mammoth head.
"Ask me a question."

Bowing to the newcomers rather coldly, Grace and Arline turned to leave
the tent. But Grace reflected grimly as she lifted the tent flap that if
any one of the trio had been the all-wise Sphinx, instead of her friend
Emma Dean, there were several questions she might have asked that would
have been disconcerting to say the least.

A little later she strolled back to the Sphinx's tent, only to find that
amiable riddle besieged by an impatient throng of girls who were eager
to spend their money for the mere sake of hearing the Sphinx's
ridiculous answers to their questions, and incidentally to try if
possible to discover her identity. Emma had succeeded in changing her
voice so completely that the far-away, almost wailing tones of the
Egyptian wonder had little in common with her usual drawl. She and her
faithful Arab had thoroughly enjoyed the at