And the excited Jennie came down the steps, strode across the hall and entered the anteroom of the principal’s office, closing the door with a bang.
CHAPTER XVIII
BETTER TIMES
It was seldom that Madame Schakael seemed so stern as on this occasion. She perched herself upon her cushioned chair behind the desk table in her inner office, while the three girls—the senior and the two freshmen—lined up before her.
“Now, Corinne, tell me all about it,” was her command to the older girl.
“I am not sure that I can tell you all, Madame,” said Corinne, slowly. “For I did not hear it all.”
But the black-eyed Cora was getting back her courage now, and she suddenly burst out:
“I can tell you, Madame!”