"I gueth the banshee mutht have done it."
A chorus of giggles greeted this sally. The laughter was suppressed by the
Chief Guardian.
"We will leave the mystery of the doctored soup as it stands until after
breakfast to-morrow morning," announced Mrs. Livingston. "After that, if
the guilty girl makes no confession in the meantime, we shall begin an
investigation of our own."
The Chief Guardian rose, the girls doing likewise, after which they filed
out of the tent. Once outside they began to talk excitedly. Most of them
took sides with Harriet Burrell. They did not believe she could have been
guilty of such a trick. Besides, she would be defeating her own ambitions
if she did do so. She was certain to lose the coveted "honor." Despite
this, however, there were those who did believe that Harriet had put soap
in the consomme.
It had been an evening full of excitement and unexpected happenings. And
now Harriet Burrell would not have another opportunity to win her "honor"
in this line until three months had passed.
Harriet's face was stony as she fled to her tent. Jane McCarthy reached
the tent a few minutes behind her friend. Jane threw her arms about
Harriet, expressing her opinion of the whole affair in her own hot-headed
way. Harriet's eyes were dry but her cheeks were hot.
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