Inwardly she was seething with resentment against Judith. She confided to Maizie, her stand-by, that she didn't know which of the two she hated most, Judith Stearns or Jane Allen. She laid her latest defeat, however, at Judith's door. She believed that Judith had been the secret means of inciting the freshman team to protest and she was determined to be even. Furthermore, she confided to Maizie that it would be only a matter of time until Judith Stearns must lose every friend she had. CHAPTER XXII MAKING OTHER PEOPLE HAPPY Following on the heels of Judith's advent into the team came an unheralded and wonderful surprise for Dorothy Martin. One crisp Saturday afternoon in early November, Jane Allen ran up the steps of Madison Hall, her face radiant. Attired in riding clothes, she had just come from the stable, where she had left Firefly after a long canter across country. Into the house and up the stairs she dashed at top speed, bound for Dorothy Martin's room. "Come," called a cheerful voice, in answer to her energetic rapping. "Oh, Dorothy!" Jane fairly bounced into the room. "Get on your hat and coat and come along. I've something to show you." "What is it? Where is it?" gaily queried Dorothy. "To mend or not to mend, that is also the question. Shall I go on mending my pet blouse that's falling to pieces altogether too fast to suit me, or drop it and go gallivanting off with you?" "There's no question about it. You must come. If you don't, you'll be sorry all the rest of the year," predicted Jane. "Now sit and mend your old pet blouse if you dare!" "I dare--not," Dorothy laughed. Rising she laid aside the silk blouse she was darning and went to the wardrobe for her wraps. "I'm a very poor senior these days," she added. "I can't buy a new blouse every day in the week. I have to make my old ones last a long time." "You always look sweet, Dorothy," praised Jane, "so you don't need to care whether your blouses are old or new. They're never anything but dainty and trim." "Thank you for those glorious words of praise," was Dorothy's light retort. "You're welcome, but do hurry," urged Jane. "Where do we go from here?" quizzed Dorothy as they started down the drive. "I sha'n't tell you. Wait and see, Miss Impatience. This is a very mysterious journey." In this bantering strain the two continued on to the western gate of the campus, passed through and started down the highway. "I know where we're going!" finally exclaimed Dorothy. "We're going to the stable to see Firefly! Funny I didn't guess it before, with you in riding clothes. You're going to show me some new trick you've taught Firefly. There! Did I guess right?" "Yes, and no. That's all I'll tell you. Come on. One minute more and you'll see the great sight." Jane caught Dorothy's hand and rushed her toward the stable. Still keeping firm hold on her friend, she led her straight to the roomy box-stall which accommodated Firefly.