"I didn't think it would turn out like that," frowned Marian. "Weatherbee couldn't bear Jane Allen last year. I was sure she'd be only too glad to get rid of her. That letter was meant to make her furious, enough so that she wouldn't let this Allen girl into the Hall again. Something remarkable must have happened."
"Weatherbee didn't suspect you, anyway," chimed in Maizie. "She was all smiles when we went into her office."
"Yes, she was sweet as cream. She could never trace it to me anyway. I took good care of that."
"Who wrote it for you?" asked Elsie curiously.
"That's my affair," rudely returned Marian. "If I told you all my business you'd know as much as I do. I'm sorry the scheme didn't work, but, at least, you got into the Hall. I'm certainly glad that girl failed in her exams. As for Jane Allen—well, I'm not through with her yet. Who is your roommate?"
"A Miss Reynolds. She's a soph——"
"Alicia Reynolds!" chorused two interrupting voices.
"Well of all things!" Marian's pale eyes widened with surprise. "What do you think of that, Maiz?"
"You're in luck, Marian," Maizie averred with a slow smile. "You stand a better chance of getting in with Alicia again. Elsie can help you if she doesn't go to work and fuss with Alicia the first thing."
"What are you talking about? Who is this Alicia Reynolds?" inquired Elsie curiously.