"There are a great many tramps around now, going south in bunches to spend the winter in Palm Beach, no doubt." "We'll never do it again," answered Grace.
"Never again!" exclaimed Nora, raising her right hand to heaven.
"I suppose Farmer Smithson will wonder what became of his apples," observed Reddy.
"Oh, well, he has so many acres of orchards, I don't suppose he'll miss this one little pile." And the crowd started gayly off to town.
But the girls of the freshman class had not forgotten--or forgiven--the Black Monks of Asia.
All along the walk Grace was turning over and over in her mind some scheme of revenge.

Nothing seemed feasible, however.

The sophomores were so well up in tricks that it would be difficult to deceive them.
"Suppose," Grace proposed suddenly, aloud, "we ask David Nesbit's advice to-morrow night, when we go to the flying machine exhibition." After that she dismissed the subject from her mind for the time being..