ver heard of such a thing to do!" panted Bessie. "However did you
manage it, Dolly? Where did you get the mice?"

"Promise not to tell, Bessie? I can't get anyone else into trouble,
you know."

Bessie nodded.

"It was the guide--the Worcester's guide. He's just as mad at them as
we are. It seems they've bothered him a lot, anyhow, and he didn't
like them even before we came. He suggested the whole thing, and he
was willing to do it. But I told him it was our quarrel, and that it
was up to one of us to do it if he would get the mice. So he did, and
put them in that basket for me. The rest of it was easy."

"They'll be perfectly wild, Dolly. I bet they'll be over at the camp
complaining when we get back."

"Let them complain! It won't do them much good! Miss Eleanor is going
to give me beans for doing it, but she won't let them know it! I know
her, and she won't really be half as angry as she'll pretend to be."

"It was a wild thing to do, Dolly."

"I suppose it was, but did you think I was going to let Gladys Cooper
tell all over town how they treated us? She'll have something to tell
this time."

"Well, you got even, Dolly. There's no doubt of that. We'd better
hurry back now, don't you think? They're quieter down there."

"I'm going to tell Miss Eleanor what I did just as soon as I see her,"
said Dolly. "She'd find out that it happened sooner or later, and I'm
not ashamed of having done it, either. I'd do the same thing to-morrow
if I had as good a reason!"

And, sure enough, as soon as they reached the camp, Dolly marched up to
Miss Eleanor, who was sitting by herself on the porch, and told her the
whole story.

"And was Bessie in this too?" asked Eleanor, trying to look stern, but
failing.

"No, she was not. She didn't know what I was going to do at all. She
just followed to see that I didn't get into any trouble. And I'd have
been caught if she hadn't been there."

"I--I'm sorry you did it, Dolly," said Eleanor, almost hysterically.
She was trying to suppress the laughter that she was shaking with, but
it was hard work. "Still, I don't believe I'll scold you very much.
Now you've got even with them for all the things they've done--more
than even, if the screams I heard mean anything. We didn't know what
was up."

"Not exactly _what_ was up," said Margery, who had overheard part of
the conversation, "but we knew who was up as soon as we found you were
gone, Dolly."

Marger