ok a
cab, driven by a funny, red-faced driver, to a hotel where English
was spoken, for however Mrs. Hill may have been impressed by my
honors in German she had taken care to recommend English hotels. Our
train for Berlin was to leave at nine A.M., so we went to bed early,
feeling too self-resourceful for words.

"'Do you remember how, with cheers for St. Helen's and groans for
Athens, we bequeathed Greenie to the Ancient World last winter? Who
at that joyous moment would have thought that she would again and so
soon enter our lives? Imagine then, if you can, the chill of horror
which shook us all when upon alighting at the Mayence station the
next morning, ready to take our train for Berlin, we
beheld--_unmistakably beheld_--our beloved Greenie by the
drinking-fountain!!! Her back was toward us, and all the proofs we
had at that moment were the hang of her familiar gray suit, and our
old friend, that absurd chicken feather, awry upon her little, black,
St. Helen's hat. We stood breathless and surveyed her.

"'"It is!" said Jess. "Let's run!"

"'"It's not!" said Anne. "She's in Athens. Besides, she's too
antiseptic to drink at a fountain!"

"'"I believe it is," said I. "It's just as well to look for
shelter!"

"'"Of course, it is," said Jess. "That chicken-feather----"

"'And just then she looked up! There was no longer any question as to
identity. In spite of drinking-fountains and Athens, it was Greenie!
She looked quite the same as ever, except for the absence of the gray
shawl, and no visible effects of curl-papers.

"'Whether it was Providence, Greenie's near-sightedness or our own
speed that saved us, I don't know; but I do know we took her
bearings and all ran in opposite directions. She was going through
the door marked _South_. Anne accordingly ran north, Jess east, and I
west.

"'"Meet in five minutes at the fountain," I commanded hoarsely as we
separated.

"'That was the last we saw of Greenie's visible form. How she
happened to be in Mayence we knew not. Jess insisted she never
reached Athens at all, but was discovered en route at Mayence, placed
in the Museum there, and was simply out on parole for exercise! Be
that as it may, the excitement of seeing her, and the flight which
followed, proved most disastrous to us all, for when we met five
minutes later at the fountain, the Blackmore purse, carried by Jess,
was g