That she, the warden of the form, should have been passed over in favor of a girl whose sole qualification seemed to be that she could offer some of the others a lift in her car, was a very nasty knock.

Was Bess to supplant her in everything?
"Perhaps you'd like to make her warden instead of me!" she remarked bitterly to Belle Charlton, who stood near.

"I'm perfectly willing to resign if you're tired of me!" Belle only giggled and poked Joanna Powers, who said: "Don't be nasty, Ingred! Bess is a sport, and we most of us like her." "I can't see the attraction myself!" snapped Ingred.
She did not want to go to the hockey match now, and made up her mind obstinately that nothing in this wide world should decoy her to it.

Bess came to school next morning armed with full permission to use her father's car and to invite as many of her schoolfellows as it would accommodate.

She cordially pressed Ingred to join the party.
"I'm not going to the match, thanks," replied the latter frigidly.
"But there's heaps of room--there is indeed, without a frightful squash." "There's something I want to do at home on Saturday." "Couldn't you do it in the morning?
The form will be disappointed if you don't go--and, I say----" (shyly) "I wish you'd write that wretched report instead of me.