Zelda Darmeer felt a certain responsibility since it was her room, but she would literally have had to wade through six rows of husky girls to get to the door.
She stood up anxiously.
“Peggy Parsons, go and see what it is, will you, please?” she begged, her face dark with annoyance.
Peggy, by clutching at the knees and then the shoulders of the girls on either side, arose with difficulty and went out into the hall.
What she saw there made her shut the door behind her.
The matron, just as they had feared, was outside the door. But there was another woman with her. A horrid-looking woman, Peggy thought, very different from any one usually seen in campus houses.
The matron’s face was troubled, and Peggy felt instinctively that it was something more than their reckless auction that was causing her uneasiness.
The other woman’s expression was sullen and aggressive.
She came forward threateningly as Peggy came out, but in a moment fell back with a scowl, as the light from the window at the end of the hall streamed more clearly over the little figure.
“That’s not Miss Hazeltine,” she said snappishly.