"Who?" came simultaneously from the three girls.
"Mildred Taylor," replied Elfreda. "I saw her do it. I was just coming down the hall that night as she slipped it under the door and ran away. I never told any one, because I could see she didn't want any one to know she did it."
"Elfreda always sees more than appears on the surface," commented Miriam mischievously.
"Elfreda's energy has inspired me to go to my room and begin my own packing," declared Anne, rising.
"I'll go with you," volunteered Grace. "I think Elfreda can be trusted to finish her packing by herself."
"I think I'll accomplish more, at any rate," declared Elfreda pointedly.
"It is half over, Anne, dear," said Grace, almost wistfully, as they strolled down the hall, school girl fashion, their arms about each other's waists.
"Our life at Overton, you mean?" asked Anne.
Grace nodded. "I was sure I should never like college as well as high school, but I've found it even nicer."
"And we are going to like being juniors best of all," predicted Anne.