My, what a look she gave me.

I wonder if that snippy little Anne Pierson knows about it, too.

Very likely she does, for Grace Harlowe tells her all her business.

If they do say anything I'll take good care no one believes it." She was so absorbed in her own ruminations that she crashed into the dignified president of the senior class with considerable force, much to the glee of Nora, who happened to be near enough to catch the icy expression on the senior's face as Julia mumbled an apology.
At recess Grace notified the members of the basketball team and their substitutes that she had called a meeting to take place that afternoon at three o'clock in the sophomore locker room.

"Only the basketball people are requested to be present," she concluded, "so don't bring any of the rest of the class." At three o'clock precisely the last member had arrived.