th Dot Mead.
Now when Betty was angry she stormed. At this present moment, she was
more than angry, she was furious.

"You had no right whatever to do it," she raged, as Polly and Lois
joined them. "You didn't do it because you thought Fanny really knew
how to coast; you just thought it was a good chance to get even with me.
You've a fine idea of class dignity to do anything so petty. If you ever
do a thing like that again--Jemima, I'll-- You ought to be ashamed of
yourself. You're jealous. That's--"

"Steady, Bet," Polly said quietly, "and do save your breath. Dot can't
do it again. I've just told Fanny she must not use this hill and she
quite understands."

"Then we will tell her she can." Dorothy Lansing spoke for the first
time.

Betty and Lois looked at Polly. She picked up the rope of her sled and
started up the hill.

"Tell her anything you like," she said over her shoulder, "but she won't
coast again."

When the three reached Senior Alley, they met Angela. They were full of
indignation and would have told her all about it, but Angela had news
too. She greeted them excitedly.

"Girls! what do you think, Connie comes to-night. She'll be here on the
five-eleven. She 'phoned Mrs. Baird from New York. Did you ever hear
anything so thrilling? Just imagine Connie back again!"

"For good?" Polly demanded.

"No, just for a visit, she's going back day after to-morrow."

"Jemima! I'm glad," Betty exclaimed. "Won't it be natural to have her
around again?"

"We've always missed her," Lois added. "Can't we have something special
for her to-night?"

"How about a straw ride?" suggested Betty; "Mrs. Baird would let
us--it's Friday."

"Oh, let's, and just ask the old girls who knew her," Angela hurried
on--her drawl for once discarded. "We'll get Mrs. Baird to chaperone, if
we can."

"I'll go ask her," Betty volunteered. "You go get the girls.

"I suppose all the Seniors will go," Angela said, none too
enthusiastically, and Polly and Lois suddenly remembered that she had
not heard about the Dorothys. Lois told her.

"Polly just mounted her dignity and oh, Ange, it was rare," she
finished, laughing. "But I suppose they must be asked."

"Let's tell Bet she has to do it," Polly suggested. "She's so raging at
Dot Mead, that she wants to box her ears."

"You'll really have to, Ange," Lois said.

"Not I, you're Senior president," Angela protested, adding
nonchalantly: "Besides, if I ask, they might accept. We