“Until I am capable of copying other people’s essays and passing them off for my own.” Elizabeth’s lips had grown white as Landis spoke. Never before in all her life had she been as angry as now. It was not alone Landis’ words which hurt her, but the girl’s manner and tone, which were most insulting.
For an instant Landis’ face grew crimson. Elizabeth’s remark had struck home. Her embarrassment lasted only for a moment. She was her cool, confident self again.
“I hope you’ll never be capable of that,” was the rejoinder, spoken lightly as she moved to her desk and took up a pencil preparatory to writing. “Exeter is scarcely a place where one learns such methods. One must have brought the disposition for such things with her.”
Elizabeth was not deceived by the light tone of the remark. Having entered into the discussion, she did not intend to retreat with lowered flag. However, it was scarcely fair to Landis to put her at a disadvantage in Min Kean’s presence. While Landis was speaking, the situation presented itself clearly to Elizabeth’s mind. She turned to Miss Kean.
“Min, would you care to go over to call on my roommate for a few minutes? You’ll find some home-made candy which mother sent with Joe Ratowsky. I wish to speak with Landis, and it’s really too personal for even you to hear.”
“Why, certainly! I’ll take the gloves along and finish my mending there. But don’t quarrel while I’m gone.”
“Scarcely,” was the reply from Landis. “I never have quarreled with anyone and I have no desire to begin now.” She was much taller than before. She was really quite an impressive person when she was on her dignity.
“Well?” she asked, turning to Elizabeth as the door closed after Min. Her manner and facial expression added, “If you have anything to say, you little insignificant member of the Middlers, say it. Such an august personage as myself has no time to waste in conversation with a little girl.”
Elizabeth did not falter. “I did not wish Min to hear what I have to say. She looks up to you as the literary light at Exeter, and I see no reason to undeceive her. I’ve known these little facts I’m about to mention since last holidays; but I’ve told no one. I would never have brought up the subject for discussion, even with you, if you had not been so bitter against Nora. It seems so perfectly ridiculous for you to criticise her for cheating once in examination when you’ve kept up the same system for months.”
“I don’t know what you mean!”