"Oh, Janice Day!" screamed Stella, warning her driver to stop
with one hand while she beckoned to Janice with the other.
"Hurry! You'll be late. Get in here."

Janice ran after the car, glad of the lift. Stella was a buxom
girl, a year or two older than Janice, but in the latter's grade
at school. "Ever so nice" Janice thought her. But, Janice
thought most of her school friends were "nice." She was friendly
toward them, so they had no reason to be otherwise than kind to
her.

Not that Janice Day was either namby-pamby or stupid. She had
opinions, and expressed them frankly; and she possessed a strong
will of her own. But she not to hurt other people's feelings;
and if she stood up for her opinions, she usually did so without
antagonizing anybody.

"You're just the girl I wanted to see, anyway, Janice, before
school," Stella said, as the younger girl hopped into the tonneau
and the chauffeur let in the clutch again.

"Now you see--all of me!" said Janice brightly, trying to put the
trouble of the lost treasure-box behind her.

Her eyelids were just a little red, and she took one more long,
sobbing breath. But Stella was so very much interested in her
own affairs that she noticed nothing at all strange about her
friend.

"Oh, Janice!" Stella said, "I'm to have a birthday party. You