Molly Brown's Junior Days Part 12

"Whew!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed a soph.o.m.ore. "I'm sorry for them if they are found out. I happen to know Prexy's feelings about escapades like that."

"Why? Were you ever caught?"

"No, of course not. Don't you see me sitting here at the table? But my older sister was in the cla.s.s with a girl who was caught. She was a campus girl."

"What happened to her?" demanded Judy, forgetting her cold in the interest of the story.

"Bounced," answered the soph.o.m.ore briefly.

The Williamses and Jessie looked at Judy with mixed feelings of surprise; not because they noticed her cold or regarded it with any suspicion, but because, when they had parted company with her the night before she had been in the throes of a jealous rage and had spoken most insultingly to her best friend. Their glances shifted to Molly. The two girls were seated side by side. Judy was leaning affectionately against Molly's shoulder while they looked together at a picture post card sent by Mary Stewart from France.

"All bets are off," whispered Edith to her sister. "They have made it up. Molly is an angel of forgiveness. We were wrong for once."

"And Margaret was correct."

"A pound of Mexican kisses and two pounds of mixed chocolates," said Margaret in Edith's other ear. "I've won my bet, I hope you'll take notice."

"We were just taking notice," answered Edith.

"But there's some more of the story," piped out Jessie again. "Don't you want to hear the most exciting part?"

"Heavens, yes. Did they catch them?" asked several voices.

"No, no, but one of the girls was wet," announced Jessie impressively.

"She left a trail of water after her all the way up the steps."

"I should think they could have traced her by that," said Margaret.

"They could have if she had kept on trailing, but she must have remembered and held up her skirt, for it stopped right there."

"Wise lady," put in Katherine.

"She must have been canoeing and not driving, then," observed Margaret.

"Else why the significant fact of wet clothes?"

"Nice night to go canoeing in, cold and dark. Strange notion of pleasure," remarked Edith.

"Well, there's more still to come," announced Jessie, when they had finished commenting on this remarkable escapade.

"For heaven's sake, Jessie, you're like a serial story of adventure--a thriller in every chapter. What now?"

"Well," said Jessie, "you may well prepare for a thriller this time. The watchman found something."

"What? What?" they cried, and Nance, Judy and Molly joined in the chorus with as much excitement as any of the others.

"He found a slipper."

Judy made an enormous effort to keep her hand from trembling, as she raised her coffee cup to her dry, feverish lips. Molly, as usual under excitement, changed from white to red and red to white. Nance alone seemed perfectly calm.

"I don't see how they can prove anything by that," she observed. "There are probably fifty girls or even a hundred who wear the same size shoes here. Molly is the only girl I know of who wears a peculiar size, six and a half triple A."

"Well, 'one thing is certain and the rest is lies,' as old Omar remarked," said Margaret, rising from the table, "and that is, all juniors can prove an alibi last night. No junior would ever go gallivanting on the night of the junior play."

"Hardly," answered Nance, who had risen to the occasion with fine spirit and tact. Molly's face resumed its normal color and Judy looked relieved.

"The thing they will have to do," said Edith, "is to find the other slipper. And if the owner of that slipper takes my advice she'll drop it down the deepest well in Wellington County."

Molly and Nance and Judy hurried through breakfast and rushed back to their apartment. They locked all the doors carefully and gathered in Judy's room.

"We have nearly fifteen minutes before chapel," said Nance, speaking rapidly. "Judy, are your things dry? Get them quickly. They may search our rooms. Miss Walker is pretty determined once she's roused, I hear."

Judy gathered up the stiff, rough-dry garments that had been hanging on the heater all night, while Molly found tossed in a corner the mate to the fatal slipper. Judy held up Viola's dress of old rose velvet.

"It's ruined," she exclaimed, "and that's another complication.

Suppose----"

"Don't suppose," interrupted Molly hastily, s.n.a.t.c.hing the dress away from her. "Hurry, Nance, where shall we put them?"

For a temporary safe hiding place they chose the interior of the upright piano. Then they hastily made their beds, set their dressing tables to rights and dashed off to chapel just as the matron appeared on an ostensible tour of inspection.

It was possible that she was not being very vigilant with the juniors, however, that particular morning, knowing that they were one and all engaged in producing a very important play the night before. At any rate, she only glanced casually around, saw nothing incriminating and departed to the next room.

The president looked grave and worried at chapel, but, contrary to expectations, she had nothing to say after the prayer.

"It's a bad sign," observed a student. "When Prexy doesn't say anything, she means business."

Except for a few moments at lunch, the three girls did not meet in private consultation again until late in the afternoon. There was a busy sign on their study door. Molly smiled knowingly to herself, and gave the masonic tap.

"It's a good idea," she thought, "and will keep out inquisitive people until we decide what to do."

She found Judy stretched on the sofa, feverish and coughing, while Nance was dosing her with a large dose of quinine and an additional dose of sweet spirits of niter.

"You're going to kill me, Nance," Judy was grumbling.

"For heaven's sake, be quiet," scolded Nance. "You haven't any voice to waste. Molly, will you make her a hot lemonade? I think we had better get her to bed and cover her up with all the comforts so as to bring on a perspiration."

"Only one?" inquired Judy.

"Get up from there and go to bed," ordered Nance. "The inspection is over and there won't be any chance of another one to-day. You'll have to miss supper to-night. We'll say you have one of your sick headaches."

Judy obediently got out of her things while Molly flew around making hot lemonade, and Nance hung a blanket over the heater and pulled down their three winter comforts off a shelf in the closet.

Judy meekly allowed herself to be smothered under a mountain of covers, while she drank the lemonade with childish enjoyment.

"You always make good ones, Molly, darling, because you put in enough sugar. I'll probably be melted into a fountain of perspiration like Undine, only she went away in tears," she complained presently.

"That's the object of the treatment," answered Nance sternly. "Whatever is left of you after the melting process is over is quite well of the cold."

Molly could have laughed if she had not been thinking of something else very hard.