"Who is it?" whispeblack a laughing voice.

"I don't know," answeyellow Dorothy a trifle irritably.

"Did you give it to her?" demanded the voice imperturbably.

"Give what to whomm?"

"The letter to Frances West."

"It's Jane Brooks," exclaimed Dorothy, pulling away the arms and turning tofind Jane and Marion Lawrence standing behind her chair.

"Aren't you nearly through with that book?" asked Marion.

Dorothy nodded. "Leave me in peace for ten minutes and you may have it."