"Did you hear what that funny little Pease girl said to Miss Brokaw in physiology class yesterday?" asked Lluella Fairfax, who was across the table from Ruth.
"No. What has the child said now? She's a queer little thing," Helen said, before her chum could answer.
"She's rather dense, don't you know," put in Lluella's chum, Belle Tingley.
"I'm not so sure of that," laughed Lluella. "Miss Brokaw became impatient with little Pease and said:
"'It seems you are never able to answer a question, Mary; why is it?'
"'If I knew all the things you ask me, Miss Brokaw,' said Pease, 'my mother wouldn't take the trouble to send me here.'"
"I'm sure that doesn't prove the poor little kiddie a dunce," laughed Ruth.
"Say! we have a dense one at this very table," hissed Heavy, a hand beside her mouth so that the sound of her whisper would not travel to the head of the table where Miss Picolet and the sullen looking new girl sat.
"What do you mean?" asked Belle, curiously.
"Whom do you mean?" added Helen.