“Now you know. Keep out of my desk hereafter,” interposed the other girl. “And please to inform me what you’re doing in here, anyway?”
“Why, I—I have been chummed with you—if you are Cora Rathmore,” said Nancy.
“You?” shrieked the other. “No! it’s not so! I won’t have it! I was just going to get my books and go to Grace’s room——”
“Oh, I know nothing about that,” said Nancy, hastily. “I only know that Miss Pevay brought me to this room and said I must chum with the girl who was here.”
“It’s not so! I don’t believe you!” cried Cora. “And that stuck-up thing,—that French-Canadian smartie!—just did it to be mean. I’m going to Madame——”
Nancy really hoped she would. She hoped with all her heart that it would prove a mistake that Cora Rathmore was chummed with her. She knew very well now that her suspicions had justification in fact. This girl was a most unpleasant roommate.
At that moment the door banged open and another girl came flying in.
“Oh, Cora! have you found out? We can’t do it?”
“Found out what?” snapped Cora.
“We can’t pick our rooms as we did last spring. Grace has been sent clear over into the other corridor, and is paired with a greeny——Say, who’s this?”