“Just like her,” Ann replied with a shrug. “What did you do about it, Glad?”
“Didn’t have to do anything. Poppy and Gwen came along just then and read it. Poppy said, ‘I declare, that’s no nice way to act,’ and Gwen settled the whole matter with ‘Very bad manners for one so young.’”
The girls laughed a relieved sort of a laugh. The Seniors had the affair in hand, and Hilltop looked from year to year to that little group of girls to straighten out all their difficulties.
Another knock sounded on the door. Gladys opened it, and one of the younger children handed her a note. She opened it and read:
“Dear Glad:
Find Ann and Prue and Sally, and come down to the Seniors’ Retreat. We think you are better able to deal with the affair of Ethel Rivers than we are.
If we give her impertinence special notice, it will be putting too much importance to the whole silly thing.
Yours,
—— Poppy.”
The girls jumped up quickly as Gladys finished reading the note aloud.
“Better go right away,” Prue said. “They’re waiting.”
The rest followed her out of the room.
“Meet you down on the front steps later,” Sally called back over her shoulder, and the twins were alone.
Two weeks had passed since the opening of school, but although Janet and Phyllis felt perfectly at home in their new surroundings, the life at Hilltop had never for a second become monotonous. Every day they had found some fresh interest, and they were beginning to understand that apart from lessons every girl had a big responsibility towards the school.