"We'll protect you, Betty," Mollie promised. "Go ahead, tell us about that conversation." "It was very interesting," complied Betty, with exasperating deliberation, and eyes brimming over with fun. "It seems to me we were discussing some of the boys we knew----" "Betty," cried poor Grace again, her face flaming, "if you say one word more, I'll never speak to you again." "Well, in that case," said Betty, settling back and looking disappointed, "I suppose I'll have to let you out." "That's a nice way to treat us, I should say," cried Mollie disgustedly. "Just get our curiosity aroused and then sit on it. No, you needn't try to make it up by offering me candy, Betty. I'm just peeved." "Goodness, I seem to make enemies whatever I do," said Betty plaintively. "I tell you what I'll do," she added, seized by inspiration. "Take care," warned Grace, her mouth full of chocolate. "We'll wait till some night when Grace has eaten a specially large amount of chocolates and ice cream----" "We won't have to wait long," murmured Mollie. "And then I'll invite you all to a seance," finished Betty, sitting back and looking tremendously satisfied with herself. "Then you can question Grace for yourselves." "But does she actually answer you?" asked Amy, still incredulous. "I've heard of people talking in their sleep, but I never heard of anybody's answering questions intelligently." "Goodness, she doesn't!" said Betty wickedly. "How can you expect people to do in their sleep what they can't do when they're awake?" "Betty Nelson!" cried Grace--and if looks could kill, Betty's moments would have been numbered--"that's the worst yet. Now I _am_ offended." "Oh, dear," said Betty, while the others giggled merrily. "I always seem to be getting myself in wrong. Will you pass me some candy, Grace?" "No," said the latter firmly. "I only give candies to them what deserves 'em. Mollie, come back with those--come back with them--I tell you--" But Mollie had whisked them off Grace's lap before she could interfere and had handed them around with great ceremony. And so the journey continued amid a great deal of fun and merriment until the train was nearing Camp Liberty. Then the prospect of seeing the boys and surprising them made the girls so nervous they could hardly sit still. "I did such a foolish thing," said Betty, as they, put on their wraps in a flurry of haste. "I wrote to Allen yesterday and I'll see him before he gets the letter. It would have been better to have brought it along." A few minutes later the train drew into the station, and a quartette of very pretty girls stepped to the platform. So pretty were they, in fact, that more than one passerby turned around to look a second time. The girls gave their trunk checks to a negro who came bustling up, stepped into a cab and, almost before they knew it, were being whirled along the streets at a reckless pace toward the Hostess House.