"Oh, no, not that. I liked your spirit when you took the class presidency, and pledged your efforts to avoid the usual squabbles getting into the hands of the faculty; but even so good a plan may be abused."
Jane wanted to plunge into the heart of the trouble, whatever it might be, at once. This being polite and beating around the bush, always vexed her. But it was the way with the faculty.
"May I know to what you refer, Mrs. Weatherbee?" Jane asked in the most respectful tone.
"Yes, my dear, certainly. I have brought you here to tell you that precisely." She smoothed out the blotter and patted a few papers--anything, Jane thought, to kill time.
Mrs. Weatherbee asked finally, "What do you know about this plan of Marian Seaton's and Dolorez Vincez to canvass the college to get customers for the so-called beauty shop someone is opening at the very gate of our grounds?"
"Why, Mrs. Weatherbee! I know absolutely nothing about it. In fact, I have not even heard it mentioned before!" Jane almost gasped.
"I am glad to hear you say so. I felt you wouldn't have allowed such an unheard of thing to get hold without coming to me."
"Indeed, I would not," said Jane seriously. She still gasped.
"As you are class president, I naturally asked you first, as we always feel it better to allow the girls a chance to develop their own plans, where such a privilege is possible. But to have young ladies actually go about the rooms, and get names for beauty parlors!"
The contempt in Mrs. Weatherbee's voice spoke louder than did her words. She was plainly very much "disturbed" as she had previously admitted.