“Mercy!” said Cathalina appearing in the door. “What side are you on, Germany or the Allies?”
“No need to ask, under this flag,” and Eloise struck an attitude, pointing to Old Glory floating from the flag pole on the front of the campus. “But whatever we are we are on the war path! Little children are safe, however, so don’t worry.” (These were the days of the first shocks and surprises of the World War.)
“How are you getting along, Cathalina,” asked Lilian, who knew how Cathalina felt about going to recitation.
“Fine,” answered Cathalina. “After my first recitation, which I came through whole, in spite of Dr. Carver, I haven’t minded anything.”
“That is right to the point,” said Grace. “It has occurred to us that we might do something to improve her state of mind a little, as it were.”
“Humph!” Diane exclaimed. “I’m clear mad through and through! Just her air is enough, before she gets off any of that brilliant sarcasm! I declare war here and now!”
Hilary looked distressed. “I’m afraid it isn’t right, girls, to feel that way, though I will admit she’s the worst I ever saw. What is the matter? Has she been here long?”
“No indeed! This is her first year and I hope her last. You ought to have heard her in Virgil today. What did you think of the way she talked to me, Eloise?”
“I was mad for you; I just wanted to go right up and slap that woman!”
“Look out, Eloise, your eyes will light the gas!”