"Oh, Julia, will you truly? I want it more than anything else in the whole world. A statement from you will carry more weight with the girls than anything I could possibly tell them. It will convince the doubters, you know. There are sure to be some who will insist on being skeptical."
Acting under Julia's direction, Grace brought a little writing case from a nearby table, Julia opened it, selected a sheet of paper and wrote in a firm, clear hand:
"To the members of the sophomore class, and to all those whom it may concern:
"The accusation made against Anne Pierson last fall regarding the betrayal of the basketball signals to the junior team is false. Our knowledge of these signals came from an entirely different source.
"Julia Crosby,
Capt. Junior Team."
"And now," concluded Julia, "I have done something toward straightening out the mischief I made. Will you forgive me, Grace, and try to think of me as your friend?"
"With all my heart," replied Grace, kissing her warmly. "And I am so happy to-day. Just think, the junior and sophomore classes will be at peace at last."
The two girls looked into each other's eyes, and both began to laugh.
"After two years' war the hatchet will be buried," said Julia a little tremulously.
"Oh, Julia!" exclaimed Grace, hopping about, "I've a perfectly splendid idea!"