“You and Marjorie and Irma are right, as usual,” conceded Muriel Harding vexedly. “I suppose we ought to follow your advice. Perhaps Mignon will kindly take the matter out of our hands before then. Girls, are you satisfied to abide by the counsel of the Three Wise Women of Sanford?” she questioned humorously. “Has anyone any further serious objections? If so, please rise.”
Pure loyalty to Marjorie Dean alone kept every girl in her seat. Although each respected the counsel of Constance and Irma, Marjorie’s wish now became her law. Her magnanimity of spirit was too great to be overlooked. Yet in her heart each hoped that pride would force Mignon into resigning from the Lookouts of her own free will before the week ended.
Could the Lookouts have looked into Mignon La Salle’s own room, at the very moment in which they agreed upon a week’s clemency, their fond hope would have died a sudden death. Her door carefully locked against parental intrusion, Mignon was rapidly penning a lengthy letter to Rowena Farnham. Her thin lips curved themselves into a malicious smile as her pen sped over the paper. It was late when she finished the writing of it, and stole cat-footed down the front stairs and out of the house to mail it. Having come to a standstill in her own capacity for trouble-making, she had appealed for advice to one who could be depended upon to give her fresh impetus.
CHAPTER XXIV—A TREASURELESS TREASURER
During the week that followed Mignon’s fiery outburst against Veronica at the club meeting Muriel Harding received no welcome letter from the former announcing her resignation from the Lookouts. To all appearances such was not her intention. When the next Thursday evening rolled round, the Lookouts, including their latest addition, Veronica Browning, met at Gray Gables. To the secret disappointment of the majority Mignon was not among those present. With the exception of Irma, Marjorie and Constance, the others were impatient to see how the French girl would behave toward Veronica. The latter had been privately warned by Marjorie as to what might possibly occur and had agreed to meet Mignon’s probable discourtesy with silence.
It was not until the meeting had reached the point of “unfinished business” that the question relating to the absent rebel came up for discussion.
“Girls,” began Muriel, “you all know what comes under this head. Let me hear from you informally.”
“It looks as though we’d have to wait another week and see what happens,” observed Susan Atwell. With a faint giggle she added: “When is a test not a test?”
A ripple of ready laughter followed this suggestive question.
“Perhaps it is all for the best,” remarked Irma philosophically. “We may find after all that——”