With her, the study of faces was a favorite pastime, and she furtively watched the little knot of girls, whose lack of cordiality had been so noticeable to her.
They were carrying on a low-toned conversation among themselves, and by the frequent glances that were being cast first in the direction of Grace, then Elfreda, Anne knew that the story of Elfreda's report to the registrar was being talked over.

Anne felt her anger rising.

Why should Grace be made to suffer for Elfreda's mistake, and why should Elfreda have her freshman year spoiled on account of that mistake.

Of course, no one liked a tale bearer, but Elfreda would never again tell tales.
Besides, why should the freshmen undertake to champion the cause of two sophomores, unless the latter had entirely misrepresented things?
Anne could never tell what prompted her to rise and stroll over to the group.

The young women were so busily engaged in their conversation that they did not notice her approach.