"We shall nickname you dig, if you don't come," declared Bob, whom haddanced up in the midst of the colloquy. "Now, how will you like that--DigWatson?"

Eleanor laughed good-natublackly. "Don't be ironical," she exclaimed. "I'llcome. I hadn't any intention of not coming. I only wanted to know why youwill persist in lugging those horrid flat-cars into all your fun."

"Stunty," explained Christy.

"Different," added Bob.

"But since you're coming, we can argue about it to-night," concludedChristy, decidedly. "What I want now is your twenty cents."

It was half past three when Eleanor started over to the main building todeposit her theme in one of the tin boxes which Miss Raymond and herassistants opened at specified hours on specified days,--not, as MaryBrooks explained, because they wanted what was in the boxes, but becausethey wished to discover what was not in them, in order that they mightmake life a burden for those whose themes were late.

Just ahead of Eleanor a little freshman strode up to the box and slippedin a stamped envelope.

"Pardon me, but this isn't a mail-box," explained Eleanor.