lutely prime, and I've never enjoyed
anything as much for years. Sorry to send you others into the cold, cold
world, but I'm afraid you'll have to scoot and change."

CHAPTER XVI

Concerning Juniors

Though all the Camellia Buds had keenly enjoyed Peachy's birthday
festivities they were none of them satisfied to allow the mystery of the
hiding of their cakes to remain unsolved. They questioned Elsie, who was
often an envoy between themselves and the rest of the Transition, but
Elsie professed utter ignorance, and assured them that the particular
girls whom they suspected had been playing tennis during the whole of
their recreation, and could not possibly have had time or opportunity to
enter dormitory 13 unnoticed by some of their companions.

"We'd have seen them," declared Elsie. "Besides, they'd have boasted
about it. Whoever's the trick was, it wasn't ours. If you want my
opinion I should say ask some of those juniors. They're absolute imps
and ready for anything."

This was quite a new view of the case. The Camellia Buds had fixed the
mischief so certainly on the rival sorority that they had never thought
of the younger girls. Peachy, catching Olive, Doris, and Natalie, the
trio whom she had named her "triplets," taxed them solemnly with the
crime. They burst out laughing.

"We 'did' you neatly!"

"Were you all this time guessing it was us?"

"I expect you had a hunt for those cakes!"

Peachy focussed a stern eye upon their giggling faces, and hypnotized
them into attention.

"Now, what d'you mean by such impudence? How dare you go into our
dormitory? Juniors aren't to play tricks on their seniors! That was
bumped into my head when I was a kid, and I'll bump it jolly well into
yours!"

The trio pouted.

"We thought you called yourself our Fairy Godmother," said Olive
sulkily.

"Well! So I do!"

"Not much fairy about it, or godmother either. You do nothing for us
now."

"You ungrateful little wretches! Haven't we settled Bertha and Mabel for
you? Don't you get your biscuits all right at lunch now?"

"Oh, yes. But----"

"But what?"

"You haven't given us a candy party for ages," broke out Natalie. "You
keep all your cakes and fun to yourselves."

"You promised us all sorts of things. We don't think Fairy Godmothers
are any use," snorted Olive. "Ta--ta! We're off to a basket-ball."

"Some people make a mighty palaver over next to nothing," sneered
Doris, as the trio linked arms and