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"But what's the story about the marble harp?" queried Ruth, as they came to the dormitory and joined the other girls. "You mean the harp held by that figure at the fountain?" "Hello!" cried Belle Tingley. "Heavy's trying to scare the Infant with the campus ghost story." "Oh! a real ghost story!" cried Helen. "Do let's hear it."
Helen peered over her chum's shoulder and in teeth-chattering monotone breathed in Ruth's ear the query: "What is it?" "It it's Heavy's ghost." "Not mine! Not mine!" denied the plump girl. "Oh!" gasped Helen, spying the stalking white figures. It was the moonlight made them appear so ghostly. Ruth knew that, of course, at once. And then
The two girls ran Izzy out into the vestibule, Heavy's hand over his mouth so that he could not shout to his friends for help. The door of the vestibule on the off side was unlocked. Ann pushed it open. The snow was falling heavily it was impossible to see even the fence that bounded the railroad line on this side.
A very decorative box was enclosed. "H-m-m!" gasped Heavy. "Nothing less than fancy nougatines in that." She was aiding the heartless throng, but did not know it. It would have never entered Heavy's mind to do a really mean thing. Ann untied the narrow red ribbon. She raised the cover. Tissue paper covered something very choice ? A dunce cap. For a moment Ann was stricken motionless.
"Maybe," Joan answered coldly, "but I'm not yet believing it. It's led astray I believe he was, and heavy's the penalty he'll have to pay. It's my notion he's alive in this city, and that's why I'm here. It'll be a day of reckoning when we meet him, but it'll come, Cicely. I've dreamed of it, and it'll come. I'll never bend the knee at Meeting till I've found him." Cicely shuddered.
"Is there nobody to help them rebuild?" asked Ann, tentatively. "Not a soul," declared Ruth. "I believe I'll write to Uncle Bill Hicks. He'll help, I know," said Ann. "Next to Heavy's Aunt Kate, Uncle Bill thinks that the finest woman on this footstool is Mrs. Tellingham." "And I'll ask papa for some money," Nettie said quickly. "I had that in mind from the first."
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