sweetest or the meanest girls in school, you know. We had a signal
for it, of course--one finger to the right eye and closing the left;
and one day, when we were planning for a big fudge spree that night,
I saw Miss Grazie watching us pass the sign. There isn't much
escapes my eyes. Sure enough, that night Miss Porley made a raid.
Well, on Thursday, Madge Cunningham and myself, without saying a
word to anybody, stayed in Miss Grazie's room after class and gave
each--other the fudge signal; and sure enough, that night--"

Constance and Loring tiptoed away, leaving the bewildered Sammy
smiling feebly into the eyes of Winnie and floundering hopelessly in
the maze of her information.

"I have it," declared Constance. "That lovely little chatterbox has
given me an idea."

"Is it possible?" chuckled Loring. "Poor Sammy!"

"He was smiling," laughed Constance. "Here comes the chairman of the
floor-walkers' committee."

Gresham, always uneasy in the absence of Constance, who was too
valuable a part of his scheme of life to be left in charge of his
friends, had come into the garden after them on the pretext of
consulting the general committee.

"Do you know anything about the Garfield Bank?" Constance asked
Gresham in the first convenient pause.

"It is very good as far as I have heard," he replied after careful