“Somebody’s been listening,” whispered Cathalina.
“Trying to find out about our party! I hope she hears a lot of good about herself,” promptly and pertly spoke Isabel, the last quite loudly. Hilary sprang up from the ground and hurried around the corner. But she was too late.
“Whoever it was either skipped out into the grove or whisked into the side door. It’s of no use to follow, too many girls everywhere. She’d be strolling along like one of them.”
Friday was the accustomed night for the occasional “midnight feast”, official name for any sort of affairs after hours. Privileges of this kind were granted only to girls of good standing in both character and lessons at Greycliff. As Eloise qualified in both lines she had no difficulty in securing the desired permission. “Be quiet, though,” she was admonished. “O, it’s an especially quiet party,” and Eloise laughed to think of the ghostly plans. With such assurance, Miss Randolph dismissed Eloise with a smile.
Cathalina and Hilary, on reaching their suite after the study bell rang, plunged into lessons with determination.
“I feel like letting down on Friday,” said Hilary, “but if I do, I don’t get through. (I’m a natural poet, Cathalina.) Saturday always has so many things and Saturday night I can hardly ever study.”
“Yes; I’ve noticed that, too,” returned Cathalina.
Time flew and the work was scarcely done when the gong released Greycliff girls from study for a half hour before the lights must be out.
“We aren’t to go till ‘ten bells,’” Grace said, “so why not keep on working until we’re through?”
“We’d have to explain to Miss Matthews when she looks in to see if we’re here.”