"However, there is this difference.
You are here to make mischief and we are here to prevent it, and, furthermore, are going to do so." "What do you mean ?" retorted Eleanor, her eyes flashing.
"Just this," replied Julia.

"Last year the girls belonging to the present senior and junior classes met on this very spot and amicably disposed of a two-year-old class grudge.

Emblematic of this they buried a hatchet, once occupying a humble though honorable position in the Crosby family, but cheerfully sacrificed for the good of the cause.
"Yesterday," continued Julia, "I overheard two juniors plotting to get possession of this same hatchet for the purpose of flaunting it in the faces of the seniors at the opening basketball game.

Therefore I decided to take a hand in things, and here I am, backed by girls from both classes, who are of the self-same mind." "Really, Miss Crosby," said Edna Wright, "you are very amusing." "My friends all think so," returned Julia sweetly, "but never mind now about my amusing qualities, Edna.

Let's talk about the present situation." She looked at Edna with the old-time aggravating smile that was always warranted to further incense her opponent.