“Oh, _no_,” but her voice said “Oh, _yes_.” Then, “You just wait until the girls get their breath. I am emoting like a six cylinder.” Jane glanced over the heads of those surrounding her, and in the hall caught sight of Marian Seaton’s face. It was strained and saddened, and the look returned to Jane’s pleaded silently for the unhappy outcast. “Oh, Marian,” called Jane instantly. “Do come in and let us tell you that the story in the _Bugle_ helped wonderfully to untangle—the tangle. After all, it did no damage, but good.” “But the good came through you,” said Marian, entering the room. “Jane, I am sorry, and have told Helen so.” “Now, come on, girls, and all join the circle,” exclaimed Jane, smiling as she took Marian’s hand. “We will have a wonderful time after dinner.” THE END