draw your own conclusions," laughed Lluella Fairfax.
"However, the old gentleman at last broke up his household, or died, or moved to town, or something, and Briarwood was put up for sale and the school came here. That was a good many years ago. Dr. Tellingham's wig matched his fringe of hair when the school first began here, so that must have been a good while ago. The twanging of the marble harp has been heard down through the school ages, so it is said—particularly at queer times"
"Queer times?" asked Ruth.
"Why, when something out of the common was about to happen. They say it twanged the night before our team beat the basket-ball team from Varden Preparatory. There was a girl here once who ran away because her folks went to Europe and left her behind at school. She was determined to follow them, and she got as far as New York and stole aboard a great steamer so as to follow her parents; only the steamship she boarded had just come in instead of just going out. They say the marble harp twanged then."
"And when Heavy failed to oversleep one morning last half the marble harp must have twanged that time," declared Mary Cox.
A gentle snore answered from the window seat, where Jennie Stone had actually gone to sleep.
