The conclusion was that Miss Holley was about eighteen or nineteen years old and was “back” in some of her studies. She kept to herself quite a little, but was often found in the groups of Collegiate girls. From the single room on the first floor she had been moved to one not far from the little suite occupied by Isabel and Avalon, though her room was on a different hall. Occasionally she would call in one or the other of these girls to hook up a dress or do some little thing for her and reward them liberally with candy, fruit or nuts. Isabel was an independent little thing and did not like it much. “Let her get some of the _real_ little girls to do things!” she growled. “Why, Isabel, I don’t think that’s kind!” “Well, Avalon, you don’t notice my not wanting to do things for other people, do you? But she’s so overbearing. I hate to be bossed, but I s’pose it _is_ wicked.” “I don’t mind; and she’s always been so pleasant to me. I feel so sorry about her father. Isn’t it funny she hasn’t any picture of him in her room?” “That’s so. I never thought of it before,—but she hasn’t a sign of a photograph around.” “I suppose it makes her feel too bad. I’ve found out by this time that all girls aren’t alike.” “You don’t mean it! What a philosopher!” Cathalina, overhearing the last remark, joined the two younger girls. “Don’t you make fun of me, Cathalina V. B. I heard you say almost the same thing the other day. Besides, anybody might have noticed it.” There was a rustic seat near the corner of Greycliff Hall on the side of the grove, and there Avalon, Isabel and Cathalina waited the approach of Hilary and Lilian, who came swinging tennis racquets. It was so lovely out of doors on these evenings after dinner that campus, beach and woods were always sprinkled with these living flowers of spring till the study bell rang. Hammocks were up, and freshly painted swings had come out of winter quarters. Hilary dropped upon a grassy seat and waved an answer to Eloise who now called and came running over the campus, her hands full of the violets which she had been gathering. “O, girls, you’re all invited to a Ghost Party tonight.” “A ‘Ghost Party’!” repeated Hilary. “That sounds interesting,—and what may a ghost party be?” Isabel sprang to her feet and began an exaggerated display of shivering, her teeth chattering, chin wobbling and eyes as big as saucers. “Who’s got my golden ar-rr-rrm?” she wailed. “Ha! The Woman in Black!” added Hilary. “That’s about the way you looked, Isabel, when you thought you saw her.” “When I _did_ see her, you mean. Who’s giving the party?” Isabel asked of Eloise, and turning to Hilary, again continued, “Say no more, fair maid! I’m awfully ashamed of being afraid that time. I hope my brothers never hear of it.” “Grace and I are giving the party. We just thought it up.” “Where’ll it be?” “In our rooms,—well, different places. It’s _very_ mysterious.”