The girls in the study were looking furtively at one another. Was this a sort of surprise to be sprung upon them?

“Oh, Miss Marsh, do you know what this means? I can’t make beginning or middle out of it. Why doesn’t Miss Boyd come?”

“Yes, where is airy fairy Lilian? I think some other life she must have been a soundless ghost. You look up and she is there. Then she disappears.”

“I’m glad some of the girls will have to stay through vacation,” said Alice Nevins. “It will be awful poky, I wish I could go to New York and the theatre every night.”

“Every other night would do for me,” said Phillipa, “and here I’ve two French exercises to go over. One has five errors—blunders, and the other three. Madame Eustice wants to go at twelve tomorrow. Miss Vincent do take pity on me when you go to Paris. I’ve heard it said you can’t talk it until you’ve studied it all over again. Oh, what’s the use of so much weariness of heart and brain!”

No one came. Then in girl fashion they stirred up a sort of gale, saying funny things and making droll misquotations, or putting the wrong name to others and wondering what would be in the Christmas stockings.

“I must leave a pack behind to be darned up. I hope I’ll get two boxes of new ones. Girls, you wouldn’t dare offer your old ones to Miss Boyd, would you? I have some pretty ones and those plaited silk. They wear better than real silk. Mother thinks they’re good enough for school.”

“I don’t suppose Miss Boyd has any relatives. It would be rather tough not to have any gifts. Girls, oughtn’t we chip in—”

“No, we ought not,” replied Phil, decisively. “The maid and the laundress are the only ones I remember at Christmas. Mrs. Barrington has sensibly forbidden the giving of tips, and since we don’t pretend to be friends it would be a bad precedent.”

“Miss Boyd is an excellent scholar,” said Miss Vincent.

“If she couldn’t learn something higher she might as well stay on the lower rounds,” sneered some one. “They relegate these things better in England. A housemaid’s daughter is generally a housemaid.”

“I think I have heard of people coming up from the ranks in favored England,” was the dry rejoinder.

“Oh, let’s let her alone. She’ll make her way with that high head of hers. Perhaps she will be President of some college yet.”

Then they went back to fun. At nine Miss Arran came in and dismissed them.

Zay was thinking how solitary the girl must be. Oh, if her mother were not the general mender! Even if she were a sort of charity scholar! And she was going to have such a splendid Christmas. Her dear, beloved mother able to get about by herself, and all the rest of their lives to be such friends, to go abroad together, to visit picture galleries, points of interest and compare notes. For Mrs. Crawford had been finely educated and even the prospect of being an invalid for life had not made her relax her hold on intellectuality. She had been a delightful friend to her boys and they were proud enough of her, but Zay would always be her supreme darling.

Some of the last exercises and conditions were marked off the next day. Madame Eustice and two of the girls went home. A box came for Miss Nevins and the girls thronged around at her invitation while Nat drew out the nails that had fastened it securely, and lifted out a lighter box.

“That’s from Madame I know, and I have frocks enough here for winter. Oh, that’s a splendid fruit cake, and nuts and that’s candied orange and a box of fruit, and this is some sort of jewelry.”

She tore off the wrapping eagerly. A long lapis lazuli chain with a beautiful pendant and links of exquisite color, and a pair of bracelets to match.

“It’s elegant,” pronounced Phillipa. “I never go crazy over it myself and it seems too old for a girl; the sort of thing for a dowager to wear on state occasions. Now, let us see the frock.”

A beautiful, fine albatross cloth in itself appropriate, but betrimmed with pipings of satin and lace.

“Why it looks like a wedding gown. You’ll have to save it for there will be no occasion to wear it here. Not even graduation and the lawn fete, for then we all wear simple white muslin. That is Mrs. Barrington’s law.”

“Oh, dear, and it is so beautiful!” on a half cry. “You see, mamma thought being a high-up school there would be parties and all that. Last winter in New York I went to three and oh, you should have seen the dresses! I had one of blue gauze over thin satin and it was just lovely, and the dancing was simply great, and here you never go any where.”

“We come here to improve our minds,” said some one sententiously

“I’d like some real fun and gayety, and think that I must stay all alone here.”

“There will be five girls to keep you company.”

“But there’s no fun or parties or anything. Oh, let’s cut the cake. I shan’t enjoy it when I am alone.”

It was a real treat, and the nuts and sweets were a feast. They had not much appetite for luncheon.

“But did you ever see anything so idiotic as that lovely frock for such a girl and a place like this where you do not go to high-up parties,” said one of the girls in a group, afterward. “And what it must have cost! It really ought to be returned as very unsuitable.”

“What can the mother be like, and isn’t the father a politician or a contractor?” with a laugh.

“No,” returned Phillipa. “I asked father to find out about them. Mr. Nevins is a reputable banker, a very good judge of loans and is rated quite highly in London. Then he buys curios and pictures, so he must have some taste. Think what that silly girl will have, enough to make any three girls of us fancy ourselves heroines of the Arabian Nights; but the mother can’t have any sense.”

“I think the modistes are largely to blame. No doubt the mother ordered a handsome evening dress, and the woman made it handsome and expensive and quite useless. You don’t see Zay Crawford with any such things!”

“Zay is beauty unadorned.”

“And Miss Nevins is ugliness intensified. I am really sorry for her, though she has improved a very little. But when you think of the place she might take in society—”

“And the journeys!”

“Still, I wouldn’t want such a mother.”

Phillipa went to her room to finish her Latin verses.

“Though why you should be compelled to write Latin verses when you can’t make decent English rhymes I don’t see,” she grumbled.

She was almost through when the door flew open and shut again with a bang and Louie Howe threw herself on the floor clasping Phillipa’s knees, her eyes distraught with terror.

“Oh, isn’t it horrible!” she almost shrieked. “Those boys had malignant scarlet fever! That one was dying the girl held up, he was choking awfully, and at nine o’clock the other one died. It’s all in the morning’s paper. I think they hid it away. Miss Vincent picked it up in the library. Oh, what can we do?”

“You can stop screaming and get up.” Phillipa fairly dragged her up and shook her violently. “Hush! hush!” she commanded. “You’ll have the whole faculty in here, and we’ll be bundled out bag and baggage. Have a little regard for Zay and me if you have none for yourself.”

Phillipa drew up the willow rocker and pushed Louie in it. “Don’t have hysterics if that is what you’re aiming at or I’ll douse you with cold water until you’re half drowned.”

Louie was sobbing now. “I can’t help it, and think of the dreadful risk we ran! That woman ought to be sent to prison.”

“That woman was going on with her business, earning her living. We were the fools! How did they know it was scarlet fever?”

“Well, she thought it was measles and was doctoring them, but one of them grew so much worse she sent for Dr. Lewis and he was so busy he didn’t get there until five, just as the boy died, and the other one hadn’t seemed so bad, but he died at nine, and the youngest girl has the fever. Dr. Lewis sent for the undertaker right away and they put something on the bodies and sealed up the coffin and they were to be buried this morning and the clothes to be burned and the house fumigated. Oh, isn’t it horrible! The woman ought to go to prison.”

“After losing her two children?”

“Well, to give us all scarlet fever, malignant scarlet fever?” with emphasis.

Phillipa was quivering in every nerve. But she must control Louie.

“Well, we shouldn’t have gone there. I think she ought not have let us in but just said she couldn’t admit customers. Now, what are you going to do?”

“I—I—what can I do? I s’pose I’ll have scarlet fever—”

“You can give the thing away and be sent home in disgrace. You’ll lose your watch and perhaps not get in another school. You can spoil Zay Crawford’s life for the present, just when it has reached the loveliest point of all—”

“And you?”

Louie stopped sobbing and studied her companion in wonder.

“I’m not going to have scarlet fever. Those children haven’t been sick a week. Scarlet fever is taken from the little flakes that peel off when the skin begins to dry up. We surely didn’t get any of those. We went right out in the fresh air and I breathed in a big supply, the room had been so close. Two of mother’s children had scarlet fever and she took care of them. None of the others had it. It’s half fright; just pull yourself together and don’t be an idiot and you’ll come through all right.”

“Oh, Phil! I wish I had your courage.”

“You have courage enough only you won’t use it. Just feel certain nothing is going to happen and you’ll come out all right. We’re going home so soon that for our sakes you might summon a little courage. If you go on this way Louie you’ll be—what is it they call hysterical people? Neurasthenics, I believe. I mean to have a jolly good time with plenty of lovers and dances and fun and get married. I’m not going to be a sighing, whimsical old maid, borrowing trouble.”

“Oh, dear!” and she fell to sobbing again.

“Now, Louie, let me give you some ammonia and you lie here on my bed while I finish this exercise. Get asleep if you can.”

“Oh, how good you are in real trouble, Phil.”

“Humph! You don’t know what real trouble is. To be smashed up in a railroad accident or run over by a trolley or bitten by a mad dog, such things might make your hair turn white. There now, don’t let me hear another word out of you.”

She settled Louie on her bed and covered her over with a shawl, listening every few moments. The sighing breath became more regular, there were two or three gentle snores. Phillipa rose presently, went cautiously to the door and placed the key on the outside, then locked it softly. Louie might sleep half an hour.

Just as she turned Zay ran into her arms. “Oh Phil—we’ve just had word. The steamer will be in this evening. Aunt Kate has sent over and I am to be dismissed. We go to New York tomorrow morning. Oh, it seems too blessed to be true, but mother hasn’t lost any ground. What a lovely Christmas we shall have!”

“And I’m glad enough for your sake, Zay. I’ve teased you about looking like that Boyd girl, and I dragged you off into danger, but if anything should happen to you I never could forgive myself.”

“I don’t believe we were in any great danger. I hunted up father’s big medico-something and read about scarlet fever. You don’t take it very easily, but oh, wasn’t it dreadful for the poor woman! Only I think she oughtn’t have let us in. The town authorities are going to send them away as soon as they can. Oh, good-by—but I’ll see you when we come back.”

“I’ll keep tab on Louie. We must just hold together. It won’t do for the thing to leak out. I was a ninny to propose such a thing.” They kissed each other and walked down stairs together. Most of the girls were in the school room discussing the newspaper account. The town was clean and in excellent shape, there were no fears of an epidemic and even now Dr. Lewis was not quite sure but it’s origin was measles, since the little girl had a decided case. The strictest watch would be kept. The clothes and some rubbish had been burned. The clairvoyant’s knowledge of the future was held up to withering ridicule.

Louie Howe had a long, refreshing nap and woke up in much better heart. The short day ended by a little gymnasium practice but all the girls were rather nervous over the affair.

“Why, I had the scarlet fever once,” announced Miss Nevins, “and mamma would have three doctors!”

“And you lived through all that?” laughed some one. “Then scarlet fever can’t be dangerous.”

“I don’t remember being very sick, and then father sent us to Bermuda. It was when the lilies were in bloom. It’s such a lovely place!”

“Young ladies,” began Mrs. Barrington as they rose from the table, “as our work is about done I have decided to dismiss school. Some of your parents may see this sensational account, and everything does get so exaggerated. There is not the slightest fear of an epidemic, but you will all be glad of a little longer holiday. I hope you will all return in good health and the resolve to do your best towards finishing your year in the best possible manner.”“You believe there isn’t real danger?” asked Miss Kingsland.

“There have been no cases about the town to indicate an epidemic. The little girl’s case seems to be not very serious as her fever is abating. Oh, I think we at least need not feel the slightest alarm. We have no slums to foster contagion.”

Still, the two sudden deaths had created a frightened sort of impression. The girls kept discussing them until Phillipa protested.

“Who is going home tomorrow?” she asked. “After all it is only a day sooner, and who has their Christmas gifts done up? Must we save our jolliness until we get home? We are all coming back in a fortnight, and spring comes so soon after the holidays, and there’s pegging away at everything and finally graduation.”

Some began to hunt up trains, others went to packing. Phillipa kept Louie near her and made funny unsentimental speeches until the old feeling seemed quite restored. Some gifts were exchanged, some guesses as to what home presents would be and they said good-night in the best of spirits.

“Now, Louie,” began Phil, escorting her to her door, “if you get a granny fit in the night and see horrible things, you just come to my room and hop into bed with me, and think what a gay time you’ll be having tomorrow night this time, much gayer than Miss Nevins with all her money and her three party frocks with no place to display them.”

Louie laughed. “Oh, Phil, you’re such a comfort,” she said with an extravagant hug, “but aren’t you going home tomorrow?”

“No, not until Friday. I want to see Zay before I go, and I’m not afraid of unlucky Friday either,” laughing.

Louie slept soundly and was in very good spirits. The girls were all eager for the morning paper. The scare was pretty well over. The boys had been buried, the little girl was no worse and if fever did not develop it would simply be a case of measles.

Then most of the girls said good-by, wishing each other a merry Christmas. The others huddled together and bewailed their hard lot, missing Miss Boyd very much. Her mother was quite poorly, which was given as her excuse. Mrs. Dane insisted upon a rigorous exclusion until all danger of contagion was over.

Quite late in the afternoon Phillipa walked over to Crawford House and sent up her card to Zaidee with a penciled message. The girl came flying through the hall, more beautiful than ever Phil thought, in her soft red cashmere with white lace garnishings.

“Oh, Phil dear, I’m so glad to see you! I was afraid you would go home before I had a glimpse of you. We’ve been so busy and so full of joy! Oh, you can’t think what it is to see mother walking around with no crutches and the wheel chair set aside, and she’s in such splendid spirits. Vincent will be allowed to come home as a special favor to papa, getting here early Monday morning and returning that night. We’re just going to have a family dinner with a very few dear friends, but New Year’s night I am to have a party. Oh, can’t you come back a little sooner. I’d like so to have you.”

“I don’t believe I can, and you know there are the lovers and the diamond ring”—laughing.

“Oh, dear! Can you believe any of it? And the surprise that I’m not going to be pleased with. It isn’t that Willard has fallen in love, he is going to have his three years’ cruise first. Oh, were you much frightened, Phil? It was dreadful, and no one can tell where the boys took the disease. I can’t help feeling sorry for the poor mother if she is a humbug, it is such a sad Christmas for her, and was Louie much frightened?”

“Oh, she almost went into hysterics and I was afraid she’d give us all away, but I did manage to get her off safely, and bound her by the most solemn promises not to mention the escapade at home. It wasn’t the right thing for us to do of course, but mischief always looks so tempting to you and if we keep silence no harm will be done. It wasn’t as bad as they thought.”

A shudder went over Zay’s slight figure.

“And I am so glad you didn’t worry yourself ill,” Phillipa rejoined with real feeling.

“Phil, can’t you stay to dinner and see mother? She’s lying down now—there have been so many calls. Father brought home the German nurse, who measures off her time in a very funny manner, and he escorts mother down stairs and up again as if he was a young lover.”

“No, dear, thank you. When I come back the rush will be over and we will have a good time. I’ve twenty things to do and start at nine tomorrow. Good-by and have just the most splendid time, as I shall have. So good luck for a fortnight,” and they kissed each other warmly.