“Get on the good side of those three high and mighty P. G.’s,” Laura made instant reply. “I’ve been finding out a few things on the campus about them. We made a mistake the day we came to the Hall in snubbing them when they tried to be friendly.”
“I didn’t care to be patronized by them,” Stephanie cut in coldly.
“They weren’t trying to patronize us. I told you so then, didn’t I?”
“Yes, but I—”
“You wouldn’t believe that I knew what I was talking about. And the moral to that, my dear, is—they’ve given us a fine letting-alone ever since.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Sheer stubbornness prompted Stephanie to contest her chum’s triumphant statement. “I imagine it’s only because they’ve been busy with their own affairs that we’ve seen so little of them. Half the time they’re away from meals. We’ve merely kept to ourselves which is—”
“Another mistake we’ve made,” Laura supplemented with curt conviction. “It has cut us off from finding out things about them, and also about this confoundedly high-brow institution of learning.”
“Rubbish. I’ve heard too much about it already.”
“And about them?” Laura persisted coolly.
“Well; I’ve asked Miss Ferguson about them. She has no time for them, though she is too well-bred to say it outright. When I spoke to her about the station business, and about having met them she said in the sweetest way that she hardly knew them, and would prefer not to discuss them.”