“What can this mean?” she said to herself.
Jane came up.
“What is it, Leslie?” she said; “you look as if something was worrying you.”
“Something is,” replied Leslie, “but I don’t know that I ought to tell tales out of school.”
“Oh, I won’t press you,” replied Jane.
“After all, perhaps you ought to know, Jane. I am unhappy about Annie Colchester.”
“Oh, my dear,” said Jane, “if you begin to fret about the oddities of the college you will never know a moment’s peace. I am told that that extraordinary and most unpleasant girl, Belle Acheson, has begun to take to you. Now don’t, I beg of you, get into her set.”
“Oh, I shall never do that,” replied Leslie. “I don’t want,” she added, “to get into any set: but I do wish to be kind to Belle, for I think she has good points in her.
You see, all the girls except Eileen and Marjorie laugh at her, and that seems to me to make her worse.”
“I don’t quite go the length of laughing at her,” said Jane in a thoughtful voice. “But there, you are one of the ‘unco good,’ I am afraid.”