Ruth Fielding at Briarwood Hall: or, Solving the Campus Mystery. Emerson Alice B.

broad windows with wide seats under them, too.

      "Isn't it just scrumptious?" cried Helen, hugging Ruth in her delight. "And just think – it's our very own! Oh, Ruthie! won't we just have good times here?"

      Ruth was quite as delighted, if she was not so volubly enthusiastic as Helen. It was a much nicer room, of course, than the girl from the Red Mill had ever had before. Her tiny little chamber at the Red Mill was nothing like this.

      The girls removed such marks of travel as they could and freshened their dress as well as possible. Their trunks would not arrive at the school until morning, they knew; but they had brought their toilet articles in their bags. These made some display – on Helen's dresser, at least. But when their little possessions came they could make the room look more "homey."

      Barely had they arranged their hair when a gentle rap sounded at the door.

      "Perhaps that's Miss Cox again," said Helen. "Isn't she nice, Ruth?"

      Her friend had no time to reply before opening the door to the visitor. It was not Miss Cox, but Ruth immediately recognized the tall girl whom Mary Cox had addressed as Madge Steele. She came in with a frank smile and her hand held out.

      "I didn't know you were going to come to my corridor," she said, frankly. "Which of you is Miss Fielding, and which is Miss Cameron?"

      It made the chums feel really grown up to be called "Miss," and they liked this pretty girl at once. Ruth explained their identity as she shook hands. Helen was quite as warmly greeted.

      "You will like Briarwood," said Madge Steele. "I know you will. I understand you will enter the Junior classes. I have just entered the Senior grade this year. There are lots of nice girls on this corridor. I'll be glad to introduce you after supper."

      "We have not been to the office yet," said Ruth. "I believe that is customary?"

      "Oh, you must see the Preceptress. She's just as nice as she can be, is Mrs. Tellingham. You'll see her right after supper?"

      "I presume so," Ruth said.

      "Then, I tell you what," said Madge. "I'll wait for you and take you to the Forward Club afterwards. We have an open meeting this evening. Mrs. Tellingham will be there – she is a member, you know – so are the other teachers. We try to make all the new girls feel at home."

      She nodded to them both brightly and went out. Ruth turned to her chum with a smile.

      "Isn't that nice of her, Helen?" she said. "We are getting on famously – Why, Helen! what's the matter?" she cried.

      Helen's countenance was clouded indeed. She shook her head obstinately.

      "We can't go with her, Ruth," she declared.

      "Can't go with her?"

      "No."

      "Why not, pray?" asked Ruth, much puzzled.

      "We can't go to that Forward Club," said Helen, more emphatically.

      "Why, my dear!" exclaimed Ruth. "Of course we must. We haven't got to join it. Maybe they wouldn't ask us to join it, anyway. You see, it's patronized by the teachers and the Preceptress herself. We'll be sure to meet the very nicest girls."

      "That doesn't follow," said Helen, somewhat stubbornly. "Anyway, we can't go, Ruth."

      "But I don't understand, dear," said the puzzled Ruth.

      "Why, don't you see?" exclaimed Helen, with some exasperation. "I told Miss Cox we'd go with her."

      "Go where?"

      "To her club. They hold a meeting this evening, too. You know, she said there was rivalry between the two big school clubs. Hers is the Upedes."

      "Oh! the Up and Doings," laughed Ruth. "I remember."

      "She said she would wait for us after we get through with Mrs. Tellingham and introduce us to her friends."

      "Well!" gasped Ruth, with a sigh. "We most certainly cannot go to both. What shall we do?"

      CHAPTER VI

      THE ENTERING WEDGE

      Since Ruth Fielding had first met Helen Cameron – and that was on the very day the former had come to the Red Mill – the two girls had never had a cross word or really differed much on any subject. Ruth was the more yielding of the two, perhaps, and it might be that that was why Helen seemed so to expect her to yield now.

      "Of course, Ruthie, we can't disappoint Miss Cox," she said, with finality. "And after she was so kind to us, too."

      "Are you sure she did all that out of simple kindness, Helen?" asked the girl from the Red Mill, slowly.

      "Why! what do you mean?"

      "Aunt Alviry says one should never look a gift-horse in the mouth," laughed Ruth.

      "What do you mean?" demanded her chum.

      "Why, Helen, doesn't it seem to you that Mary Cox came out deliberately to meet us, and for the purpose of making us feel under obligation to her?"

      "For pity's sake, what for?"

      "So that we would feel just as you do – that we ought if possible to attend the meeting of her society?"

      "I declare, Ruth Fielding! How suspicious you have become all of a sudden."

      Ruth still laughed. But she said, too: "That is the way it has struck me, Helen. And I wondered if you did not see her attention in the same light, also."

      "Why, she hasn't asked us to join the Upedes," said Helen.

      "I know. And neither has Miss Steele – "

      "You seem to have taken a great fancy to that Madge Steele," interrupted Helen, sharply.

      "I think she is nice looking – and she was very polite," said Ruth, quietly.

      "Well, I don't care," cried Helen. "Miss Cox has shown us much more kindness. And I promised for us, Ruth. I said we'd attend her club this evening."

      "Well," said her chum, slowly. "It does look as though we would have to go with Miss Cox, then. We'll tell Miss Steele – "

      "I believe your head has been turned by that Madge Steele because she's a Senior," declared Helen, laughing, yet not at all pleased with her friend. "And the F. C.'s are probably a fussy crowd. All the teachers belonging to the club too. I'd rather belong to the Upedes – a real girls' club without any of the teachers to boss it."

      Ruth laughed again; but there was no sting in what she said: "I guess you have made up your mind already that the Up and Doing Club is the one Helen Cameron wants to join."