"Who on earth is that girl?" inquired Reddy Brooks. "She has about as much sympathy as a stone."
"That is Eleanor Savell," replied Anne Pierson, "and she can be nice if she wishes, but she doesn't like us very well. That's why she was so hateful."
"So that's the famous Eleanor?" said Tom Gray in a low tone to Grace. "Aunt Rose was telling me about her this morning at breakfast. I supposed she was a great friend of yours."
"She was, but she isn't," returned Grace. "That's rather indefinite. However, I'll tell you about it as we go back."
"She certainly can't complain as far as looks are concerned," said Hippy. "She must have yards of blue ribbon that she won at baby shows when but a mere infant."
"Attention, boys and girls," cried Grace. "Let us forget what has happened and have just as good a time to-night as we can. We mustn't spoil the party."
"I move that we give Grace Harlowe a special round of applause for being a heroine," cried Hippy. "Hurrah!"
His example was quickly followed and the noise of the cheering brought people to their doors to see what the excitement was about.
"Do stop," protested Grace. "People will begin asking all sorts of questions."
"Don't interfere with our simple pleasures," expostulated Hippy. "Let us howl in peace. High School yell next, please."