“To whom does it belong?” she asked. Cologne felt obliged to make her way out of the room, so she heard no more of the conversation. But she noticed that all the recreation period had elapsed before Nita came out of the classroom.
“That’s queer,” Rose-Mary told herself, “but I’d like to wager the note has to do either with Dorothy or Miette. Strange that the very nicest girls always are picked out for trouble. I must see Dorothy before the initiation to-night.”
CHAPTER XII
A GIRL’S MEAN ACT
“There is only one thing to be done,” said Rose-Mary, when early that same evening she managed to get a word alone with Dorothy, “we must call off the ‘jinks.’ If we don’t they will simply fall upon poor little Miette, and land knows, she looks as if a straw would knock her over now.”
“But that would be acknowledging our fear,” protested Dorothy. “I think we had better go on with it and defy them.”
“But suppose Nita should be chosen by the ‘Pills’ as moderator? No telling how she would treat our candidate.” By “Pills” she meant the Pilgrims, their secret society.
“But you are to be Chief for the Nicks, and you can offset anything they may attempt,” answered Dorothy, meaning by “Nicks” the Knickerbockers, another society.
“Well, if you think so, of course,” agreed Cologne, “I’m willing to go on with it, but it looks risky.”
“I’ll run over and speak to Miette,” went on Dorothy, “we have barely time to get ready. You are awfully good, Cologne, to be so anxious. I am sure it will come out all right. We can only try, at any rate.”