For the next half hour she was only conscious of a fear that Pola and her companion might not get back before Miss Byers discovered their flight. But just as the last eight came out of the study and Miss Byers was lingering for a few words with Mrs. Milliken, Sidney saw two flying figures join the others at the gate. Her little hope that she might have a chance to talk again with Pola or hear her talk was lost in a surge of relief that she was quite safe. Mrs. Milliken remained after the others had filed down the street. Sidney, troubled by her fib of the headache, wished with all her soul that she would go and strained her ears for any sound from the floor above that might betray Isolde's activities. "A lovely thing--to bring those young girls to this spot," Mrs. Milliken was murmuring as she looked over the register which the League kept very carefully. "Here are some well-known names. Jenkins--probably that's the iron family. Scott--I wonder if that's the Scott who's related to the Astors." Sidney watched the gloved finger as it traced its way down the page of scrawled signatures. "Is there a Pola Somebody there?" she asked, hopefully. Mrs. Milliken's finger ran back up the page. "No--not that I can find. The girls were very careless--not half of them registered." Of course Pola wouldn't have registered--she had been too bored. Her survey finished, Mrs. Milliken put the register in its place and regarded Sidney with contemplative eyes. "Another time, dear lamb, if you receive, tell Isolde to--well, fix you up a little. I must speak to the Committee and plan something suitable for you. Perhaps we have been forgetting that our dear little girl is growing out of her rompers. Oh--and another thing, tell Isolde I was _shocked_ to smell gasoline on your gifted father's jacket--" "Trude thought it had moths in it and she soaked it in gasoline," explained Sidney uncomfortably. "Oh, she _mustn't_ do it again. It--it spoiled the atmosphere of everything! I will speak to the dear girls. Give my love to Isolde and tell her to rest. I do not think anyone else will come today for I posted a notice at the clubrooms reserving this date for Grace School." With an affectionate leave-taking of her "lamb" Mrs. Milliken rustled off. Sidney slowly shut the door. Out there, beyond the hedge, went Pola and the other laughing girls of Grace Hall, out into a world of fun and adventure. And _inside_ the door-- Pola had dared race off to the corner drug store; Sidney felt certain Pola would dare _anything_. And _she_ had not even had spunk enough to speak up and tell interfering Mrs. Milliken that Trude and the rest of them would soak everything in gasoline, if they wanted to! Most certainly they were not going to let _moths_ eat them all up alive! Oh--oh, it was hateful! And Isolde had said they could not escape it; well, she'd _find_ a way! * * * * *