"Come on, then. Forward march!" ordered Judith. "The sooner we get there the longer we'll have to talk."
This important point settled, a brisk hike to the Hall became the order.
"Don't stop to talk to anyone," commanded Judith, as they scampered up the front steps. "Make a bee-line for our room. I'll hang out a 'Busy' sign, so that we won't be disturbed."
Five minutes later the "Busy" sign was in place and the key turned in the lock.
"Three of us can sit on my couch. That means you, Imp and Ethel. Now, Jane and Norma, draw up your chairs. Ahem!" Judith giggled. "What is the pleasure of this indignation meeting? You know what we think, Jane. Let's hear from you and Norma."
"Oh, I haven't any voice in the matter," smiled Norma. "That is, I've no right to decide anything."
"Neither have I, but I'm speaking just the same," laughed Ethel. "I say, 'On to Prexy with the horrible tale.'"
"I think we'd best handle this affair if we can without the faculty's help," Jane said quietly. "If we went to anyone it ought to be Miss Rutledge. I'd rather not tell even her. I hate telling tales."
"I don't," disagreed Judith. "If we let it go without saying a word, we'll have trouble right along. It ought to be stamped out now."
"I intend that it shall be," Jane tersely assured.