The entrance of Leslie into the room turned the attention of the three girls in her direction.
“What happened at the gym, Vera?” she asked as she drew a chair forward and joined the group.
“Then she hasn’t yet come out of it?” Vera opened questioning blue eyes.
“Oh, she has, to the extent of saying there was a scrap at the gym, and that she hates Miss Norris. That’s the part she keeps on emphasizing to me. She’s so sore over whatever happened tonight at the gym that she can’t see straight. She promised to spill the news to me tomorrow. I didn’t stop to quiz her about it. I thought you’d know, perhaps.”
Vera recounted briefly what she had already told Leila and Marjorie.
“Good night,” was Leslie’s slangily forceful reception of Vera’s account of the evening’s accident. “No wonder the kid is sore. Some one ought to send Miss Norris a book of etiquette for social occasions with a few choice paragraphs underlined. Leave it to Muriel to do it, if she were here. I wonder if Miss Norris is worse than I used to be?” she pondered aloud. “I believe she is. I doubt if, in the same circumstances, I’d have raised a commotion in public about getting a lemonade shower-bath. Of course, it was the beauty contest that started her going. She’ll never forgive Jewel Marie for being the means of snapping her out of it. The kid says she hates Miss Norris. It looks as though internal war might ramp and rage at Wayland Hall, unless someone with scads of nerve should rise in her might, and put the kibosh on it.”
“You’ve always said you had more nerve than anybody else, Leslie,” Marjorie laughed, yet there was a gleam of earnestness in her brown eyes.
“Yep; I know it. I was just thinking about that myself.” Leslie’s eyes met Marjorie’s in a glance of slow significance.
“While you and Beauty find a plan to make the Hall a safe place for two timid old ladies like Midget and me to live in, I shall brew you a cup of tea, and Midget must lay the plates and bring out the cakes.”
Leila and Vera immediately began to busy themselves with the preparation of a spread, leaving Marjorie and Leslie to the discussion which had seemingly narrowed down to they two.