"I knew you'd feel just that way about it," said Patricia, relieved and triumphant. "I told them she'd been awfully sweet to us."
"I think it more likely that it was Griffin herself," said Elinor with spirit. "She's such a wild, harum-scarum thing, and she does love to tease."
Patricia was silent, weighing this suggestion. They both broke into negation at once as they reached their own front door.
"It couldn't be Griffin," said Patricia earnestly. "She was too disgusted with it."
"No, I didn't really mean that," cried Elinor, repentantly. "It wasn't a bit like her teasing. Her's always has a good flavor."
"I wonder who it could have been," they both murmured as they went upstairs to their rooms.
Judith was deeply interested with their recital of the whole affair, and grew quite excited in the discussion as to the identity of the leader of the Ghost Dance.
"If I were there enough to know the different girls, I'd know who it was without much trouble," she declared.
"How would you manage it, Sherlock?" asked Patricia. "Give us a hint of your method, and we may be able to locate the fiend ourselves."
Judith tossed her head.