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"It was as good as a play," cried Edith. "I never saw anything finer. Molly, you're certainly full of surprises. But what did you mean by snakey-noodles? Wasn't it beautiful?" Then Molly explained to them about the snakey-noodle box. "Of course, the rest was just wild guessing, but from the way she took it I'm pretty sure I'm right." "It was better than jiu-jitsu," said Otoyo.
Just why Molly's thoughts were on the lost snakey-noodles as she walked up the campus, she could not say. She recalled that they had been carefully done up in a box marked on top in large print, "Snakey-noodles from Aunt Ma'y Morton." That was the Browns' cook.
"I wonder if they were left with the half of the lunch in Exmoor meadow," she thought with fond regret for this wasted gift of their old colored cook, who had taken unusual pains to make the snakey-noodles as crusty and delicious as possible. "So passeth snakey-noodles and all good things," she said to herself as she entered the Quadrangle.
Anyway," she added, smiling, "if that girl bothers Judy any more, I intend to pronounce the mystic name of snakey-noodles over her head like a curse and see what happens." That afternoon Molly packed a suitcase full of clothes and lugged it down to Mrs. O'Reilly's, where she had consented to spend Christmas with Judy instead of in her own pretty Quadrangle apartment.
"Yankee as Yankee. One of the girls in Brentley House gave the spread." "But she didn't provide the snakey-noodles," put in Judith. "What's that girl's name who talks through her nose?" "Miss Windsor." "Oh!" "Coming to think of it, I believe she said they had been sent to her from an aunt in the South," went on Madeleine. "So you see, Molly, nobody has been poaching on your preserves."
She leans over you and looks at you and talks to you in a hot, rapid sort of way. I just saw myself, after all the trouble everybody had taken with me, being sent away in disgrace. I didn't believe I could prove anything when she began talking. I just went under." "Well, don't you ever do it again," put in Nance. "Say 'snakey-noodles' the next time she comes at you," said Edith.
"And now to appease the cravings of the inner man, permit me to share with you the contents of this hamper," continued Judy, opening a small basket that she carried on her arm. "Although not the original, lost-but-not-forgotten snakey-noodles, these are the best imitations that Madeleine Petit could make.
"Whenever the spirit moves you to ask a favor of Judy again, just say the word snakey-noodles over several times to yourself and then I think you'll leave Judy alone. Now, you may go, and remember that people who tell malicious, wicked stories, who impersonate ghosts, steal luncheons and get other girls into trouble are not welcome at Wellington. This is not that kind of a college."
"'Snakey-noodles. Isn't it great? Can't you see it on a little menu and people ordering out of curiosity and then ordering more because they're so good?" "Snakey-noodles," Molly repeated in surprise. "That's the name, isn't it, Judith?" asked Madeleine. "Oh, yes, I remember it because the bun is formed of twisted dough like a snake coiled up." "It's very strange," said Molly. "What's strange?"
Snakey-noodles! snakey-noodles! snakey-noodles!" she repeated three times like a magic incantation. Judy must have thought that she had suddenly lost her mind, for she glanced at her with a frightened look and the other girls with difficulty concealed their smiles.
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