hat Allison had looked after it. Blessed Allison, who always
did everything when he ought to do it, and never put off things until
the next day! How cross she had been with him for the last six weeks,
and how good and kind he always was to her! How she had deceived dear
Cloudy and troubled her by going off this afternoon! Oh, what would
they think? Would they ever forgive her, and take her back into their
hearts, and trust her again? The tears were blurring her eyes now as
she stared ahead at the road. It seemed as if she had been tearing on
through the night for hours like this. Her arms ached with the nervous
strain; her back ached; her head ached. Perhaps they were going around
the world, and would only stop when the gasoline gave out!

They swept around a curve. Could it be that those were the lights of
the college ahead on the hill? Oh, joy at last! They were! Up this
hill, over across two blocks, and the little pink-and-white house
would be nestled among the hemlocks; and rest and home at last! But
there was something to be done first. She turned toward the back seat,
where sat her victim silent and angry.

"Well, you can let me out now, Leslie Cloud," said Myrtle scornfully.
"I suppose you won't dare lord it over me any longer, and I'll take
good care that the rest of the town understands what a dangerous
little spitfire _you_ are. You ought to be arrested for this night's
work! That's all _I've_ got to say."

"Well, I have one more thing to say," said Leslie slowly, as she
swerved into her own street and her eyes hungrily sought for the
lights of Cloudy Villa. "You're coming into the house with me first,
before you go anywhere else, and you're going to tell this whole story
to my Aunt Jewel. After that--_I should worry_!"

"Well, I rather guess I am not going into your old house and tell your
old aunt anything! I'm going to get right out here this minute; and
you're good and going to _let_ me out, too, or I'll scream bloody
murder, and tell it all over this town how you went out there to meet
those boys. You haven't got any witnesses, and _I have_, remember!"
said Myrtle, suddenly feeling courageous now that she was back among
familiar streets.

But Leslie turned sharply into the little drive, and brought up the
car in a flood of light at the end of the terrace.

"Now, get out!" she ordered, swinging the door open and flashing her
little revolver about again at the angry girl.

"O Leslie!" pleaded the vi