nd, try as she might, Marjorie could not forget her.

Mignon La Salle, though greatly disappointed over the failure of her
plan to humiliate the musician's daughter, was craftily biding her time,
resolved to strike the moment Constance returned to school.

"Mignon certainly intends to make things interesting for Constance,"
declared Jerry to Marjorie, as the French girl switched haughtily by
them one mild afternoon in late March on the way home from school.

"Why do you say that?" asked Marjorie, quickly. "Have you heard anything
new?"

"Nothing startling," replied Jerry. "You know Irma and Susan Atwell used
to be best friends until they began chumming with Mignon and Muriel.
Well, Susan is awfully angry with Mignon for something she said about
her, so she has dropped her, and Muriel, too. She went over to Irma's
house the other night and cried and said she was sorry she'd been so
silly. She wanted to be friends with Irma again."

"What did Irma say?" asked Marjorie, breathlessly.

"Oh, she made up with her, then and there," informed Jerry with fine
disgust. "I'd have kept her waiting a while. She deserved it. She told
Irma she hoped I'd forgive her, but I didn't make any rash promises."

"What a hard-hearted person you are," smiled Marjorie. "But, tell me,
Jerry, what did you hear about Constance?"

"Oh, yes. That's what I started out to tell you. Mignon told Susan last
week that she was only waiting for Constance to come back to school to
take her to Miss Archer and accuse her of stealing her bracelet."

"How dreadful!" deplored Marjorie. "Perhaps Constance won't come back."

"Yes, she will. She wrote a note to Miss Archer when she went away
saying that she had to go to New York City on business, but would return
to school as soon as possible. Marcia Arnold saw the note, and told
Mignon. Mignon told Susan before they had their fuss. Susan told Irma,
and she told me. Almost an endless chain, but not quite," finished Jerry
with a cheerful grin.

"I should say so," returned Marjorie, in an abstracted tone. Her
thoughts were on the absent girl. She wondered why Constance had gone to
New York so suddenly and taken little Charlie with her. She wished she
had asked Mr. Stevens more about it.

"See here, Marjorie," Jerry's blunt tones interrupted her musing.
"What's the trouble between you and Constance? I know something is the
matter, but I'd like most awfully well to know what it is."

"I can't answer your que