"We were all at the window listening to hear if you would be frightened and run," whispered Helen. "Oh, Ruthie!"
"What's the matter, now?" demanded her chum.
"I—I tried to help them. It was mean. I knew they were trying to scare you, and I helped them. I wasn't so scared myself as I appeared when I came in."
"What?"
"I don't know what's made me act so mean to you this evening," sobbed Helen. "I'm sure I love you, Ruth. And I know you wouldn't have treated me so. But they said they were just going to have some fun with you"
"Who said?" demanded Ruth.
"Mary Cox—and—and the others."
"They told you they were coming to haze us?"
"The Upedes—ye-es," admitted Helen. "And of course, it wouldn't have amounted to anything if thatOh, Ruth! was it truly the harp that sounded?"
"How could that marble harp make any sound?" demanded Ruth, sharply.
"But I know the girls were scared—just as scared as I was. They expected nothing of the kind. And the twang of the strings sounded just as loud as—as—well, as loud as that fat man's
