"I don't see why you put such mysteries up to me," returned Ruth, with a shrug. "I'm no prophet. But——"
"But what?"
"Do you remember that girl we saw on the island this afternoon?"
"Goodness! Yes."
"Well, mightn't it be she, or a party she may be with?"
"Campers on the island in a snow storm? No girls from this college would be so silly," Helen declared.
"I'm not at all sure she was an Ardmore girl," said Ruth, reflectively.
"Who under the sun could she be, then?"
"Almost anybody else," laughed Ruth. "It is going to stop snowing altogether soon, Helen. See! the moon is breaking through the clouds."
"It will be lovely out," sighed Helen. "But hard walking."