era and Leila called "Good morning" from the
next table to their own.

"Be with you in a minute," Leila informed them. "I've something to
report, Lieutenant." This directly to Marjorie. During the Easter visit
she and Vera had made Marjorie, she had taken delightedly to the army
idea as carried out by the Deans. Afterward she frequently addressed
Marjorie as "Lieutenant."

"I know what it is," promptly returned Jerry. "So have we. We just saw
Miss Remson. Is that what you are driving at?"

"It is. Now what shall I do to you for snapping my news from my mouth?"
Leila asked severely.

"Maybe I don't know as much as you do, so you needn't feel grieved,"
conciliated Jerry. "Come over here and we will compare notes. I may know
something you don't know. You may know something I don't know. Think
what a wonderful information session we shall have."

Hurriedly finishing her coffee, Leila rose and joined the Lookouts. "I
won't sit down," she declined, as Ronny motioned her to draw up a nearby
chair. "Miss Remson asked Vera and I to stop at her office after
breakfast."

"She asked us, too. There, I took Jerry's news away from her. That pays
up for what she did to you." Muriel glanced teasingly at Jerry.

"Oh, go as far as you like." Jerry waved an elaborately careless hand.
"Like the race in Alice in Wonderland: 'All won.' Perhaps one of you
wise women of Hamilton can tell us if anyone else is invited to Busy
Buzzy's office party."

"Silence was the answer," put in Marjorie mischievously, as no one
essayed a reply to Jerry's satirical question.

"Helen ought to be," Jerry said stoutly. "She was with us to the letter
last spring. I guess she'll be there. Miss Remson is fond of her."

One and all the eight girls were experiencing inward satisfaction at the
summons to Miss Remson's office. Confident that it had to do with the
readmittance or denial of the Sans to Wayland Hall, they were glad that
the odd little manager had chosen to give them her confidence.

"I'm going over to the garage to see if the new tire is on my car. It
blew out yesterday while I was driving it to cover after I left you
girls. I'll be back by the time you girls have finished breakfast. Going
with me, Midget?" Leila turned to Vera.

"No, Ireland," she declined, with the little rippling smile which was
one of her chief charms. "I am still hungry. I want another cup of
coffee and a nice fat cinnamon bun. By the time I put them away you will
be ba