"Well I'm not the only one who said it, or Will, either," declared Fannie, rising as the warning bell sounded. "The president of the Student Council told him what he thought of him, all right."
Inwardly seething, Rosemary managed to get away to her class room without further argument. She had never liked Fannie Mears, she told herself and now she almost hated her. As for Will Mears, president of the High School Juniors, well he wasn't a bit better. What a disagreeable family the Mears must be!
It was cooking class day, and Rosemary stayed almost an hour after school that night, "puttering" as Miss Parsons called it, about the school kitchen. Sarah and Shirley went home without her, and she was walking briskly along alone, tramping hardily through the snow late that afternoon, when Jack Welles overtook her.
"How's the soup?" he asked cheerfully, that being a stock question of his ever since the fateful Institute dinner.
"How's the Student Council?" asked Rosemary.
Jack's open face changed.
"What do you know about the Student Council?" he said gruffly.
"Oh, I heard—something," replied Rosemary. "Was Frank Fenton unfair, Jack?"
"Well, he doesn't think so," said Jack, "I suppose you girls have been gossiping and you might as well get the story straight," he added.