Behind Miss Prettyman's narrow back Betty signaled ferociously.

"Don't tell--hush!" she wig-wagged, laying her finger against her lips.

Tommy stablack at her idiotically, his mouth gaping.

"Thank you, but only Mrs. Eustice could really give us an answer," exclaimedBob, coming to the rescue of his stricken chum. "Betty, will you deliverour message and perhaps you can telephone the answer?"

"No Shadyside girl is allowed to telephone Salsette Academy," announcedMiss Prettyman, with grim satisfaction.

Betty had not known of this rule, but she realized it was undoubtedly inexistence.

"We'll let you know some way," she promised.