One of the others giggled. “That’s why you weren’t allowed to be with Montgomery,” she remarked. “I heard Corinne talking about it.”
“Oh, that Canuck! I hate her,” said Cora, speaking thus disrespectfully about the West Side captain.
“Well, if any of us was in her place, I reckon we’d be strict, too. It means something to be captain of a side at Pinewood Hall,” said Belle, who, having been at the school longer than the others, had imbibed some of that loyalty which is bound to impregnate the atmosphere of a boarding school.
“A fine chance Montgomery, or Cora, would have to be captain,” giggled another.
“Yes! and who is going to be leader of the freshman class?” demanded Cora. “The big girls have got something to say about that, I suppose?”
“Some of the teachers will have,” laughed Belle. “You’ll find that out. Who are you rooting for, Cora?”
“Grace, of course! Why, her father’s a senator, and she’s got lots of money. She’s influential. She ought to be class president.”
“All right; but the election isn’t allowed until just before Christmas. It will be the most popular girl then, you’ll find. And she’ll have to be popular with the teachers as well as with you girls.”
This conversation in Number 30, West Side, occurred something like a fortnight after school had opened. The girls were all at work by that time—those who would work, at least.
Because she was so much alone, perhaps, Nancy Nelson’s record was all the better. But she did not sulk in her room.