DEAR MISS POND: I came to pay my German Club dues,
and as you are not in, I have left the money on
the bookcase. Am sorry to have missed so many
meetings, but have not been able to attend classes
lately. KATE FERRIS.
Priscilla exhibited the note to the president as a tangible proof that
Kate Ferris still existed, and reinscribed the name in the roll-book.
A few weeks later she found a second note on her door-block:
DEAR MISS POND: As I am very busy with my class
work, I find that I have not time to attend the
German Club meetings, and so have decided to
resign. I left my letter of resignation on the
bookcase.
KATE FERRIS.
As Priscilla scratched the name out of the roll-book again she remarked
to Patty: "I am glad this Kate Ferris has left the club at last. She has
caused me more trouble than all the rest of the members put together."
The next morning a third note appeared on the block:
DEAR MISS POND: I happened to mention the fact of
my having resigned from the German Club to
Fraeulein Scherin last night, and she said that the
club would help me in my work, and advised me to
stay in it. So I shall be much obliged if you will
not present my letter at the meeting after all, as
I have decided to follow her advice.
KATE FERRIS.
Priscilla tossed the note to Patty with a groan, and getting out the
roll-book, she turned to the F's and reenrolled Kate Ferris.
Patty sympathetically watched the process over her shoulder. "The book
is getting so thin in that spot," she laughed, "that Kate Ferris is
actually coming through on the other side. If she changes her mind many
more times there won't be anything left."
"I'm going to ask Fraeulein Scherin about her," Priscilla declared.
"She's made me so much trouble that I'm curious to see what she looks
like."
She did ask Fraeulein Scherin, but Fraeulein denied all knowledge of the
girl. "I have so many freshmen," she apologized, "I cannot all of them
with their queer names remember."
Priscilla inquired about Kate Ferris from the freshmen she knew, but
though all of them thought that the name sounded familiar, none of them
could exactly place her. She was variously described as tall and dark
and small and light, but further inquiry always proved that the girl
they had in mind was some one else.
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