to do now. I want to go
back home and organize."

Miss Daphne laughed and shook her head.

"Oh, Kit, child, do go easy," she said. "Organize yourself all you like,
but be terribly careful how you start organizing other people's lives."

The girls had to leave early, as the Shakespearian entertainment was to
happen that night up at Assembly Hall.

"Your very last chance to mingle, Kit," Norma called, as they all trooped
out of the lower hall. "Don't lose your presence of mind to-night, when
you find yourself in doublet and hose."

Kit stood on the veranda steps waving to them until they turned the corner
of Maple Avenue.

"Oh, dear," she sighed, "I do wish that friendships lasted longer. I mean,
I wish I could have all my friends here down in Gilead. You see, there us
girls are all so scattered around on adjacent hilltops that it's hard to
get together regularly. We've only got our hiking club. I think when I go
back I'm going to start some more."

"The Dean wanted to have a little talk with you before dinner, dear. I
think you'd better go in now, because we want to reach the Hall in good
time for you to dress, and I'm going to have an early dinner. Don't talk
too long. You know how he is when he gets absorbed in anything."

Kit promised and joined the Dean. He had carried back the statue of Annui
and stood before it regarding it with perplexity. Kit slipped her arm
through his. It seemed as though there had sprung up a new comradeship and
understanding between them since their last talk.

"Won't he tell you his secrets, Uncle Cassius?" she asked. "He has such an
aggravating smile, just as if he were amused at baffling you."

"I am baffled," the Dean conceded, genially. "I've reached a certain point
and there there is a blank which no historic record seems to fill. I
thought when I had restored the inscription on the urn that it would tell
me several of the missing points, but it seems to be merely a sort of
sacred invocation. I am amazed at the urn being hollow. Every other
memorial urn which I found during our excavations in Egypt was sealed, and
upon being opened we always found rolls of papyrii within. I am
disappointed."

Kit went into the back parlor and lifted the urn from the piano very
carefully, carrying it out to its customary place on the Dean's desk. Then
she stood staring at it, reflectively. It certainly was not exactly a
thing of beauty, although, as the Dean had pointed out to her, one saw t