"That girl—Miss Rolff."
"Oh! don't mention her name!" groaned May MacGreggor. "If it hadn't been for her, you-uns and we-uns wouldn't be cut out of the sororities. A wicked shame!"
"Oh, I've heard about that," said Jennie, puffing because of the hard climb. "Did she really have to come here, and alone, when she was initiated?"
"She started for here," said May, gloomily. "With a flashlight, I believe. But she lost her nerve——
"There! there's the rock you're looking for."
It was a huge boulder in an open field. At the angle from which they viewed it, the face of the rock really bore some semblance to a human countenance—the features of an old, old woman.
"Ugly old hag!" was May MacGreggor's comment upon the odd boulder.