“And for that very reason the sensitive girls are hard to shake into their places,” declared the captain of the West Side. “And then, she roomed with Cora, here, and I thought she was one of that crowd.”
“I guess my crowd is just as good as yours!” ejaculated Cora, plucking up the remnants of her courage.
“In my opinion, Madame Schakael,” continued Corinne, ignoring Cora, “I’d give this Rathmore girl another roommate. It would be a kindness to Nancy.”
At the moment Jennie Bruce entered with more abruptness than good manners. But Jennie was excited.
“Oh, Madame Schakael! don’t punish her any more!” she cried, running to Nancy and throwing her arms about her.
Necessarily she dropped the bag. The Madame pointed to it.
“What is this, Miss Bruce?” she demanded.
“Let me tell you!” cried Jennie. “That’s what I came in for, Madame. These horrid girls—Rathmore and her tribe—have just hounded Nancy so that she wanted to run away.”
“Run away?” gasped the principal. “From Pinewood?”
“Yes, Madame! But then she remembered she was on honor to stay indoors; so even after throwing her bag out of the window, she gave up the intention. And let me tell you,” added Jennie, storming with anger, “if this stuck-up, silly Cora Rathmore doesn’t want to room with Nancy, I do!”