on.

Then a new position was sought and another sketch made, but Gwen
permitted no talk between them.

"I can't work and talk, too; please be still, can't you?" she asked,
looking up from her work.

And again the real earnestness of the girl she disliked made Dorothy
obedient, again rising to follow while Gwen chose another view still,
high up near the top of the wonderful cascade. Her face had grown pink
and animated and her eyes glowed with enthusiasm.

"I shall paint that misty-veil with a glaze of ultramarine. There
should be an underwash of madder, and maybe terre verte. Oh! if I can
only make it look one atom as I see it! We must come here again and
again, you and I, Miss Calvert, and you must--you simply _must_ keep
the secret of our finding till after I've exhibited my picture."

"All right. How long will it be before we can go find the others? you
know we can't gather any nuts right here. I don't see a single nut
tree."

"I don't know how long I shall be, and why care about nuts while we
can have--this?" returned Gwen, indifferently.

"Very well, I guess I'll take a nap. Seems terrible close in this
shut-in nook and my walk has made me sleepy. I reckon I'll take a nap.
Wake me up when you get through."

So saying, Dorothy curled down upon a mass of mighty ferns, laid her
head on her arm and went to sleep. For how long she never knew, but
her awakening was sudden and startling. She had been roused from a
dream of Bellevieu, her Baltimore home, and of dear Aunt Betty feeding
her pets, the Great Danes.

Brushing the slumber from her eyes, she gazed about her, wondering for
an instant, where she was. Then--that frantic shriek again:

"Help! Help! I'm dr--"

The cry died in a gurgle and Dorothy sprang to her feet in terror. She
had warned Gwendolyn not to take that high seat so close to that
slippery rock, from beneath which the cascade began its downward flow.

"If you fall, it will be straight into the pool. Do be careful, Gwen,
how you move."

But the warning had been useless--Gwendolyn was already in the pool.

CHAPTER VII

ALL HALLOW EVE FESTIVITIES

"I'm going to choose Queen Bess! I've made a lovely ruff, stands away
up above my head. And Mrs. Archibald, the matron, has bought me four
yards of chintz that might be brocade--if it was!" said Florita
Sheraton, from the gymnasium floor, hugging her arms for warmth.

"Four yards! That'll never go around you, Fatty!" declared Fanny
Di