“But it was those freshies and Bobby Hargrew,” interposed her chum.
“Laura was back of it—believe me!” declared Hester, shaking her head. “I should think you would feel the slight, too, Lily. For those stuck-up M. O. R.’s to choose Belding, and Morse, and those other girls of our class, and overlook us.”
“But the candidates had nothing to do with it,” said Lily, weakly.
“Belding and the others benefited, just the same—didn’t they?”
“Um—m. They’re in and we’re out.”
“Well!” said Hester, with flashing eyes.
“But what are you going to do about it? What can we do?”
“Never mind. You’ll see,” promised the butcher’s daughter, darkly.
It would not have changed Hester’s attitude at all—for she was not one to easily forgive—had she known that Laura Belding had taken occasion that very morning to take Bobby Hargrew to task for what she had done the evening before. Bobby came into Mr. Belding’s store while Laura was dusting and re-arranging the show cases.
“Have a scrumptious time at the club house, Laura?” asked the irrepressible.