f I had ever wanted to,
I'd want to now. I wouldn't change my mind. Well, I don't see why you
all laugh!" she cried, looking in surprise from one to the other.

It was small wonder that they laughed. Vera rarely held one opinion for
more than half a day, and had been known to have a half-dozen minds
inside of an hour!

* * * * *

It was a jolly party that took the train for Glenmore on Saturday
morning. Rob had taken them to the station, bought a a box of candy for
each, and waited until the last moment to leave the train.

"If Miss Fenler has been watching Patricia this week she has been busy,"
said Elf, when they had settled themselves for the long ride.

"She could easily watch Arabella, she is so slow," Dorothy said.

It happened that Mrs. Marvin had told Miss Fenler to closely watch both
girls who had chosen to spend the week's vacation at the school.

School without lessons would be fine, they thought.

"I think Arabella Correyville, if she were here alone, would be very
little care, but Patricia Levine is as full of queer notions as any girl
could be, and she plans the oddest mischief, and then drags slow little
Arabella into it. Patricia never tries to help her out, and she
invariably laughs if Arabella is caught.

"Arabella is so slow that she really doesn't know that Patricia rules
her, while Patricia rules, and laughs at Arabella for obeying.

"I promise to watch them, and I am likely to be more closely employed
than during a regular school session," Miss Fenler said in reply.

The first day passed without any especial happening, but the next day
the two set out for a walk, soon after breakfast, and did not return
until just before six.

"You were not here at one o'clock for lunch," Miss Fenler said. "Where
were you?"

"I lunched with a friend," said Patricia, and Arabella drawled, "So did
I."

"I did not know that you had friends here in town," Miss Fenler said, in
surprise. They were, of course friends, and they had lunched together.
What they had said had been true, but surely not honest.

Arabella stared stupidly at Miss Fenler, and Patricia imitated her
stolid friend, too. It was easier to look dull than to answer more
questions.

On the third day Mrs. Marvin was absolutely amazed to glance toward her
window just in time to see Patricia entering the house with a cat in her
arms.

Questioned as to where she obtained the cat she said that a boy gave it
t