"I could see that before I talked with her five minutes." Grace shook her head disapprovingly at Elfreda.

Something in her glance caused Elfreda to subside suddenly.
"If there is no further business of which to dispose, will some one make a motion that we adjourn!" asked Arline quietly.
The motion was made and seconded, but before any one had time to step into the hall, a slight figure flitted from her position before the almost closed door, and disappeared into the room at the end of the hall.
"We must be sure and see the dean as soon as we can, Arline," called Grace after Arline, who was hurrying down the hall to overtake Ruth.
"I'll see her to-morrow afternoon," assured Arline, with a parting wave of her hand as she disappeared down the stairs.
"And I'll make it my business to see her to-morrow morning," muttered Kathleen West vindictively, who, standing well within the shadow of her own door at the end of the hall, had heard the remark and the reply.
"Who knows but that the Semper Fidelis Club may not be able to give their great bazaar after all.

They certainly won't if I can prevent them.

I'll never forgive them for discussing me as they have this afternoon." There was an unpleasant light in the newspaper girl's eyes, as, closing the door of her room, she went to her desk and opening it, sat down before it, picking up her pen.

After a little thought she began to write, and when she had finished what seemed to be an extremely short letter, she slipped it into the envelope with a smile of malicious satisfaction.