A MONTH WENT BY, AND nothing happened. At least, nothing happened on the Burton-Morris mystery, and Vicki considered anything else secondary. Actually, a great deal did happen. The calendar moved from September to October, the girls changed into their winter uniforms and carried topcoats. They were all steadily gaining in poise. In her free time, Vicki was dragged to two lectures by Dean, and she attended a party with Pete Carmody—it was too chilly by this time to ride the ferryboat. Letters came from home, describing the changing season in the garden, and the reluctance of Ginny’s return to school. Letters came from passengers, saying “Miss Barr was so nice, and am enclosing a hat [or alarm clock—thermometer—desk set—salt shaker] as manufactured by my company.” Time and planes flew on, an
