“She’s going to be class president. Voting comes just before the Christmas holidays, and when we come back we’ll know who gets the chair. Madame doesn’t allow the freshies to organize until then. Well! Cora’s got to do different.”
“Mamie Beasley says she isn’t going to invite her to her tea on Friday. And, you know, the teachers approve of afternoon teas. It makes for sociability, they say.”
“But Cora——”
“Hush-up!” commanded another. “Want everybody to hear you?” and she motioned toward Nancy. The latter saw her in the glass.
So the two went out. Nancy wondered if Cora was so popular, after all. If it was Cora of whom the two were speaking.
She noted, however, that for a day or two Cora remained in her room, and few of her friends visited her. This suited Nancy very well, even if she did not like her roommate. The dormitory was quieter and one could study.
“My mother’s just as mean as she can be!” blurted out Cora one day when she and Nancy were alone. “She won’t give me another cent of pocket-money until the week we go home for Christmas. And I spent all my allowance right away when school opened. Did you, Nancy?”
“Did I what?” asked Nancy, looking up from her book.
“Have you spent all your allowance?”
“No-o,” said Nancy slowly, not quite sure that she had an allowance, Mr. Gordon gave her money so irregularly.