"Oui, oui, Mademoiselle! You have the discernment beyond your years. Indeed!"
"I knew it must be something underhanded you wanted," declared Ruth, boldly.
He laughed and Ruth saw a small envelope thrust toward her in the dusk of the passage. "You will take it?" he said.
"I will take it—providing you do not come there again," exclaimed Ruth.
"Come where?" he demanded.
"To the school. To the campus where the fountain is."
"Ha! you know that, my pretty bird?' he returned. "Well! this will perhaps relieve the good Picolet of my presence—who knows?"
"Then I will take it," Ruth said, hastily, her hand closing on the billet.
"Comme il faut," he said, and went away down the passage, humming in his bassoon voice.
And so, as she sped shoreward between her two friends, Ruth had the little letter tucked away in the bosom of her frock. The secret troubled her. She was really glad to say good bye to Tom at the landing, and all the way back in the wagonette, although Helen sat close to her and tried to show her how sorry she was for her past neglect, Ruth was very silent.
For she was much disturbed by this secret. She feared she was doing wrong in carrying the note to Miss Picolet. Yet, under different circum-
