"No!" the Professor said sharply. "Bring no one, and tell no one. I do not want children running in and out; they disturb me." "All right," Joey promised joyfully. "When shall I come?" "At twelve, when you haf finished lessons, _n'est-ce pas_?" the Professor said, quite pleasantly for him, and Joey, with a heartfelt "Thank you," flew for her classroom at her best speed, arriving late, in company with two or three other laggards. "Really, Jocelyn Graham, and you, Bernadine and Rhoda, you are too bad," Miss Lambton said indignantly. "Why can't you listen for the bell, instead of coming in late and disturbing us all in this way? Take a Rule, all three of you; and don't let it happen again." The "Sorry, Miss Lambton," which Joey murmured was conventional entirely. She was not sorry at all, for she had a glorious conviction that the deed was done, and the College cleared. Bernadine, Rhoda, and herself were kept behind, when Prep was over, to receive a short but stringent lecture from Miss Lambton on the need of punctuality, and so did not go out to dress with the rest. But the attention which Joey was endeavouring to give to Miss Lambton was much interfered with by conjectures, and scattered altogether by a sound that came a minute or two later down to Classroom Remove II. B--a sound of cheering. Louder it grew and louder, as girls came pouring in from their different classrooms. "What _can_ be happening?" Miss Lambton interrupted herself to ask. The three sinners took the question for a signal of dismissal. They ran. A great throng of girls, growing larger every moment, was congregated in the hall, cheering wildly. Squeezing past smaller girls, and under the elbows of seniors, Joey arrived somehow in the front rank. A large notice faced her--a notice on which the ink was hardly dry: "In consequence of information received, Miss Conyngham withdraws the ban on Redlands." CHAPTER XVII TRICKED Joey was up next morning with a punctuality that highly exasperated the other occupants of Blue Dorm. But in the face of so much excitement, she would have found it almost impossible to stay in bed, even if she had not wanted to telephone to Cousin Greta before breakfast, to ask if after all she might go to her on Sunday. Miss Conyngham had given gracious permission for the use of the 'phone overnight, and if Joey was to be at the Lab at 12, she would not have a minute to spare, most likely, till the match was over. And this was Saturday. She leaned far out of her window first thing to see if the weather was smiling on the all-important match. It was quite fine and clear, with a sky that looked a long way off slightly flecked with fine mares' tails, and a sea that seemed comparatively near, lying silver grey on the luminous horizon. "Oh, get back to bed," groaned Noreen, from half under the bedclothes; but Joey got up, all the same, and dashed downstairs to the 'phone.