"Huh! do you s'pose I thought that all up by myself?" demanded Eva.
"Why! didn't you?"
"No, ma'am! Neale O'Neil gave it to me written on a piece of paper and told me when to shout it out. So now! I guess there's more than just us who have suspected that pussy-cat, Trix Severn."
"Oh, don't, girls, don't!" begged Agnes. "We haven't any proof—nor has Neale, I'm sure. I'll just tell him what I think about it."
But she had no opportunity of scolding her boy chum on this evening. He was so busy preparing the other tricks and frolics which followed that Agnes could scarcely say a word to him.
In the big front hall was a booth of black cloth, decorated with crescents, stars, and astronomical signs in gilt.
Some of the girls were paring apples in long "curls" and throwing the curls over their shoulders to see if the parings would form anything like an initial letter on the floor. It was something of a trick to get all the skin off the apple in one long, curling piece. But Agnes succeeded and threw the peeling behind her.
"I don't see as that's much of any thing," Eva said, reflectively. "Oh, Aggie, it's a U!"
"It's a me!" laughed the Corner House girl. "Then I'm going to be my own best friend. Hurrah!"
"No, little dunce; I mean it's the letter U," said Eva, squeezing her.