"She—she says she heard something, or saw something, at the fountain," said one of the other girls, in a quavering voice.
"Of course she did—they always do," declared the leader. "Isn't the fountain haunted? We know it is so."
This was all said for effect, and to impress her, Ruth knew. But she tried to go to Helen. They held her back, however, and she could not speak.
"Did the Neophyte go to the fountain?" demanded the leader, sternly.
Helen, in spite of her tears, nodded vigorously.
"Did she drink of the water there?"
"I—I was drinking it when I—I heard somebody"
"The ghost of the very beautiful woman whose statue adorns the fountain," declared Mary Cox, if it were she, in a sepulchral voice.
Ruth knew now why the story of the fountain had been told them earlier in the evening, but personally she had not been much impressed by it then, nor was she frightened now. She was only indignant that Helen and she should be treated so—and by these very girls for whom her chum had conceived such a fancy.
Helen was still trembling. They let her sit down upon her bed, and Ruth wanted to go to her
