"Those are the girls," said Gordon. "What time is it?"
"Nearly half-past," answered Morris, holding the face of his watch to the dim light from the hall. "He may be a few minutes late, I suppose."
"I think I hear a wagon now," said Gordon, as the girls joined them. But it proved to be a milk-*man's cart when it came into sight.
"Did you get it?" asked Morris.
"Yes." In proof, Louise held up the key. "I feel just like a conspirator," she added, "don't you? Have they all gone?"
"Yes, and it's a good thing we didn't tell that we were going to put the things in here to-night. If we had we'd have had half the school messing around."
"Most of them have forgotten about it, I guess," said Gordon. "Here he comes!"
Five minutes later the wagon with its mysteriously hidden load was backed to the steps and the driver and Owen, assisted by the two boys, were carrying the load inside. They worked quickly and silently, and in a very few minutes the wagon was empty and they were removing the wrappings from the articles. At this task all took a hand and the hall-
