“It’s for you, Virginia,” she cried, passing the envelope to her room-mate. “Oh, read it, quick!” Virginia lost no time in tearing open the envelope and unfolding the paper within. ‘Dear Virginia,’ she read in a trembling voice to those who listened, ‘I know you’ll all think I’m sillier than ever, but I can’t stand being miserable any longer. You’ve all been good to me, especially you, and I’ll never, _never_, _never_ forget it, so long as I live! You’re the best friend I ever had. (A sob from Dorothy.) But it is very hard to hate yourself every minute; and, besides, I can’t forget what Imogene said to me when she went away. So I’m going home, and maybe next year when people have forgotten my silliness, Miss King will let me come back. Perhaps, I’ll be different then, but I can’t promise; and maybe, after all, she won’t let me come back, when she knows I’ve run away. “Vivian. “‘P. S. Please tell Miss Wallace I’m sorry I deceived her by telling her I had a headache, and asking if I could study in the woods. I did have a headache; and there wasn’t any other way I could get the train without somebody finding out.’—V. E. W.’” Still they stood in poor, discouraged Vivian’s deserted room, and looked at one another. Virginia’s face was sad from sympathy, Priscilla looked puzzled and thoughtful, Dorothy was crying. “Oh, it’s my fault,” she sobbed. “I ought to have gone away along with Imogene! I haven’t been a friend to Vivian, and now I’ll never have a chance!” “Yes, you will, too,” cried Priscilla, coming out of her reverie, “because she can’t take the train after all. There isn’t any three o’clock. It’s been taken off. Miss Wallace told me so yesterday, when she was thinking of going away for over Sunday. The next one doesn’t go till five, and if Vivian’s anywhere around, we’ll find her and bring her back. Let’s not say a word to any one, but just hunt till we find her. The door’s locked and we can draw the curtains, and no one will ever know.” Without wasting any precious moments they hurried out the way they had entered, drawing the curtains before closing the windows and screens, ran down-stairs and across the campus to the road, running the gauntlet of all who called to them by maintaining a discreet and somewhat exclusive silence. At the top of the hill, Priscilla reviewed her forces.