“I hope to have that honour, some day,” Jacquette answered, roguishly. She felt very motherly and tender toward this timid girl who seemed so easily influenced by her. “In the meantime, I’m going to take his daughter and get her something to eat. Where’s Marion Crandall, to-day?”
“I don’t know. She didn’t come to school.”
“Etta!” Jacquette called, just then, as she and Mary overtook a buzzing group of Sigma Pi girls, gathered under a tree. “Let me see that paper, won’t you? I didn’t get a chance to read it before school.”
“This is the afternoon paper. There’s something worse yet, now. Isn’t that perfectly shameful?” Etta answered excitedly, pointing to a column which was headed,
“SIGMA PI EPSILON
SORORITY IN
DISGRACE.”
“Mercy!” Jacquette gasped. “What’s this?”
Her eyes ran hurriedly through the sensational account of a deception which had been practised at Marston High School by two members of the Sigma Pi Epsilon sorority.
For the sake of getting into a sorority that she considered desirable, the article said, a certain girl who lived outside of the district had given as her own the address of one of the members of the Marston chapter of Sigma Pi Epsilon, and, by doing so, had been admitted to the school. The names of both girls were suppressed, but it was stated that the one who had allowed her address to be used had been suspended, and the other expelled, from school.
“And of course there’s not one word of truth in it all!” Jacquette exclaimed.
“I wish there weren’t,” said Etta, gloomily.