I who will make them to come
to order."

There were a few feeble protests, but Mrs. Eitel bore them down, and
the students trooped off upstairs to their lockers and the dressing
room, well pleased to escape the prosaic end to their fun.

On the way home Patricia told Elinor of the suspicions that had been
whispered about Doris Leighton's part in the initiation, and, much to
her satisfaction, Elinor was as indignant as she had been.

"I can't see how they can be so unfriendly to her," she said warmly.
"She is so kind and agreeable. Of course, she doesn't associate with
everybody, but neither does Margaret Howes nor Griffin either, for that
matter. So far from being jealous, she's been specially sociable with
me, and I felt quite flattered by it."

"I knew you'd feel just that way about it," said Patricia, relieved and
triumphant. "I told them she'd been awfully sweet to us."

"I think it more likely that it was Griffin herself," said Elinor with
spirit. "She's such a wild, harum-scarum thing, and she does love to
tease."

Patricia was silent, weighing this suggestion. They both broke into
negation at once as they reached their own front door.

"It couldn't be Griffin," said Patricia earnestly. "She was too
disgusted with it."

"No, I didn't really mean that," cried Elinor, repentantly. "It wasn't
a bit like her teasing. Her's always has a good flavor."

"I wonder who it could have been," they both murmured as they went
upstairs to their rooms.

Judith was deeply interested with their recital of the whole affair,
and grew quite excited in the discussion as to the identity of the
leader of the Ghost Dance.

"If I were there enough to know the different girls, I'd know who it
was without much trouble," she declared.

"How would you manage it, Sherlock?" asked Patricia. "Give us a hint
of your method, and we may be able to locate the fiend ourselves."

Judith tossed her head.

"Oh, you may laugh, Miss Pat. But all the same, I'd _know_. I could
tell by the little things that you grown-ups don't notice."

"Mercy, Judy!" cried Patricia in genuine consternation. "You mustn't
examine us all with your private microscope. It isn't fair!"

Elinor put an end to the discussion by pointing to the clock.

"Do you see the hour, infants?" she demanded. "Tomorrow is a full day,
and we must get to our beds. Toddle, Judy dear. If you aren't asleep
in ten minutes you'll have to take a nap in the afternoon.