"How shall we ever manage to get even with those mean sophomores!" "If we don't," exclaimed Grace, "we shall never hear the last of it in Oakdale." "But who gave us away ?" demanded Jessica.

"Did anyone drop a hint to the sophomores of our secret meeting place ?" "I didn't," said one girl after another.
"Perhaps they followed us," suggested Marian Barber.
"No one followed me," asserted Grace.

"I was careful to look behind and see." "Nor me." "Nor me," exclaimed several of her classmates.
"No," said Nora.

"Somebody must have overheard and given the secret away." "Not Mi----" but Grace stopped before she had finished the name.
The girls looked at each other.
Could Miriam Nesbit have been so false to her class?
No one replied, but each made a secret resolution to ferret out Miriam's suspected treachery if it were the last act of her life.
"Let's start home, now," said Grace.

"It's too late to go nutting anyhow, and these foolish sophomores have spoiled the afternoon, for me at least.