"Oh, nothing special!" she replied, in a manner that made them perfectly certain there was something very special. "I happened to notice a while ago that an automobile drove up to Louis's gate, and that Miss Yvonne got out and began to give the chauffeur a regular tongue-lashing in French, because he'd driven up from the station over the joltiest road, instead of taking the smooth one. He doesn't understand French, so he didn't in the least get what she was driving at. It made me laugh." "But what under the sun was Miss Yvonne coming up from the station in an automobile for?" Carol exclaimed. "She hasn't been away. She hasn't even been to Bridgeton, for I've seen her around early this afternoon. She always walks up from the village. You must be crazy." "She walked down to the village about four o'clock," the Imp informed them. "I saw her start off. And I guess she had good reason to come back in an auto." The Imp went on reading after this, just as if she hadn't any idea that she was driving them wild. "Well, what _was_ the reason?" inquired Sue, trying to look only mildly interested. "Was she ill, or did she have a lot of bundles to carry, or was she in a great hurry?" "I'll tell you the reason," answered the Imp, "if you'll give me that nice, fat, new blank-book you bought the other day. It's worth it, too." "I'll do nothing of the sort!" Sue cried indignantly. "I have a special use for that book,"--as a matter of fact, she was going to re-copy her journal in it--"and I'll find out some other way." "You won't find out anything before to-morrow afternoon, probably," the Imp returned, "for Louis isn't going to school. He told me so." Sue made up her mind that she wasn't going to give in to her, but Carol broke up that intention. "Oh, give it to her!" she whispered. "I've another just as good that you can have. And I'm wild to hear what's up across the Green." Sue handed the blank-book across to the Imp, and said, as witheringly as she could: "Here, take it, if you want it as badly as that! Of course you know you're taking a mean advantage of us, but that's nothing to you. Fire away!" "I thought you couldn't wait till to-morrow," the Imp retorted. "Well, here goes. Miss Yvonne rode up in an auto because--she had some one with her." "Who _was_ it?" cried Carol impatiently. "Don't dole out your information in little drops. Tell us the rest." "I didn't ask the person's name," said the Imp, in that maddeningly polite way she sometimes assumed. "It didn't seem any affair of mine." "Naturally," Sue answered, as calmly as she could. "We'd only be much obliged to know whether it was a man, woman, girl, boy, or baby. Please remember you've got the book and that you haven't paid for it yet."