Cora Kidder opened her eyes. She regarded Crazy Jane wonderingly.

"She knew all the time that you were planning to go to the dance, but she
never said a word to any one, though it most broke her precious heart to
think you would do such a thing. Last night when she came in here after we
had chased the bear, she found you gone. Patricia was mean to her when she
asked about you. This morning when she came in to dress, you weren't here.
She saw that your bed hadn't been slept in. Then she knew. She was very
unhappy. When they asked her about you this morning at breakfast Harriet
avoided the questions and gave Mrs. Livingston indirect answers. She even
brought a tray to you to keep up the deception. Now do you realize what
that means to a girl like Harriet? The moment she gave a second thought to
what she had done she was horrified. There isn't a more unhappy girl in
the world than Harriet Burrell at this minute."

"Oh!" exclaimed Cora weakly.

"That isn't all. She knows more about you than this, even if this weren't
enough."

"What does she know?" demanded Miss Kidder with a violent start, the color
leaving her face suddenly.

"She knows you and Patricia were in that hazing affair. Then she knew
something worse than that. She knows that you were the one who spoiled the
consomme and lost the 'honor' bead for her."

Cora sat down heavily on the edge of the cot. Her eyes were wide with
terror.

"She--she knows?"

"Yes. And I shouldn't be surprised if she knew more. She isn't the girl to
tell all she knows. Now, what are you going to do about it, Cora Kidder?"

"Oh, I don't know," moaned the unhappy girl, burying her face in the
pillows, her shoulders rising and falling with her smothered sobs.

Jane watched her in silence. There was an expression of compassion in the
eyes of Crazy Jane. Finally she rose and stepped softly to the cot. Cora
was aroused by a gentle touch on her shoulder.

"Dearie!" murmured Crazy Jane soothingly.

"Oh, what shall I do! What shall I do?" moaned Cora.

"Go straight to Mrs. Livingston and tell her everything. Do not spare
yourself, nor Patricia, for she is the one who is to blame. She has been
using you to avenge what she thinks are her own private wrongs. Tell it
all, and set right that noble girl who has protected you, and who has
gotten herself into an awful mess in doing so. Cora will you do it?"

"I can't, I can't," moaned Cora.

"Then I will do it myself," warned Jane, wi