"Well, what are they going to do about it?
I thought that's what colleges were for.

Who's against her ?" "I don't think it's exactly anything definite or violent, but you know how mighty uncomfortable they can make her.

There's Amy Roberts and Norma and Peggy Porter and the Tony Conyers crowd." "She won't miss anything special, even if they do try to snub her," answered Anne laughingly.
"This is my second year at Hope, and I want to tell you right now that Charity rules in the Douglas Dormitory.

If you can get her on Marcelle's side, the other girls will trot along like little lambkins." "Do you suppose," Kit leaned forward impressively, as she sprang her plan, "do you suppose Charity would loan her room for a Founders' Tea ?" "A Founders' Tea," repeated Anne.

"What's that ?" Kit proclaimed grandiloquently: "A tea in honor of Malcolm Douglas, pioneer founder of Hope College, and grandfather of Marcelle Beaubien." Anne's blue eyes widened in amazement, and her hair-brush was suspended in mid-air.
"How did you find out ?" she whispered.