"They're trying to show Fraeulein Scherin how much interest they take in the subject," Georgie laughed. Patty picked up the pencil. "Would you like to join? I know Priscilla would be gratified." "No, thank you; I pay club dues enough already." "I'm afraid I'm not exactly eligible myself, as I don't know any German. It's such a beautifully sharp pencil, though, that I hate not to write with it." Patty poised the pencil a moment, and abstractedly traced the name "Kate Ferris." Georgie laughed. "If there should happen to be a Kate Ferris in college, she would be surprised to find herself a member of the German Club," and the incident was forgotten. A few days later the two came in from class, to find Priscilla and the president of the German Club sitting on the divan with their heads together, frantically turning the leaves of the catalogue. "She isn't a sophomore," the president announced. "She _must_ be a freshman, Priscilla. Look again." "I've gone over this list three times, and there isn't a single Ferris down." Georgie and Patty exchanged glances and inquired the trouble. "A girl named Kate Ferris has registered for the German Club, and we've gone through all the classes, and there simply isn't any such girl in college." "Possibly a special," Patty suggested. "Of course! Why didn't we think of that?" And Priscilla turned to the list of special students. "No; she isn't here." "Let me look"; and Patty ran her eyes down the column. "You've mistaken the name," she remarked, handing the book back with a shrug. Priscilla produced the registration-list, and triumphantly exhibited an unmistakable Kate Ferris. "They forgot to put her in the catalogue." "I never knew them to make such a mistake before," said the president, dubiously. "I don't believe we'd better put her in the roll-book till we find out who she is." "Then you'll hurt her feelings," said Georgie. "Freshmen are terribly sensitive about being slighted." "Oh, very well; it doesn't matter." And Kate Ferris was accordingly enrolled in the club records. Several weeks later Priscilla was engaged in laboriously turning the minutes of the last meeting into grammatical German, and as she closed the dictionary and grammar with a sigh of relief, she remarked to Patty: "Do you know, it's very queer about that Kate Ferris. She hasn't paid her dues, and, as far as I can make out, she hasn't attended a single meeting. Wouldn't you take her name off the roll? I don't believe she's in college any more." "You might as well," said Patty, and she listlessly watched Priscilla as she scratched out the name with a penknife. Patty never made the mistake of over-acting. The next morning, as Priscilla came in from a class, she found a note on her door-block, written in the perpendicular characters of Kate Ferris. It ran: