"Shall we not speak of more pleasant things? What of the dance? At what time shall we come for you?"
Adrienne had addressed herself to Freda.
Glad to get away from the distasteful topic they had been discussing, the girls began to make their arrangements for the freshman frolic. After a little further talk, the five callers took their leave.
"Well, what are we going to do about it?" demanded Judith, the moment they had reached the street. "I agree with that nice Miss Benham. We can't afford to have a paper like that going the rounds of the college."
"I will of my own accord go to the Prexy. He is of mon père the old friend. He will not allow that such mischief should be done."
Adrienne threateningly wagged her curly head, as she made this vengeful announcement.
"Good for you, Imp!" lauded Judith.
"I think either Prexy or Miss Rutledge ought to be told," concurred Ethel. "It would nip the whole business in the bud. There'll be more of this sort of thing if it isn't stopped right away.
"Did you hear what I said, Jane?" she questioned over her shoulder to Jane, who was walking behind her with Norma. Ethel, Adrienne and Judith had taken the lead.
"Yes, I heard. Let's wait until we get back to the Hall to talk this over," Jane grimly proposed. "We'll have time to settle it before the ten-thirty bell."