"All but one anyway."
"Hullo! Who was that?"
"The girl who wasn't in Mr. Marks' office?"
"Yes. Who was missing of that bunch of berry raiders?" and Neale grinned.
"Why—Trix," said Agnes, slowly.
"Ah-ha! I smell a mouse!"
"What do you mean by that, Neale O'Neil?" cried the girl.
"Nothing significant in the fact that our festive Beatrice was not there?"
"No. Why should there be?" demanded Agnes.
"And who do you suppose furnished Mr. Marks with his information and the list of you girls' names?"