“But you have done nothing wrong?” ventured Dorothy. “Why should you have to go away?”
“That is what I cannot tell you,” sighed Miette, and then Cologne entered with the tray and chocolate.
“Now, doesn’t this smell good?” she asked, putting the tray on Miette’s stand. “I’m just choked myself. I always hate initiation night. I just think we ought to stop them. Seems to me girls have queer ideas of fun lately,” declared Cologne.
It was only ten minutes until bed time, so the chocolate had to be partaken of hurriedly.
“It does taste splendid,” approved Dorothy, as she sipped the steaming beverage.
“I like it very much. You are so kind,” said Miette, as tears still welled into her dark eyes.
“Glad you think I can make chocolate,” answered Rose-Mary. “Ned and Tavia declare I’m too stingy with the stuff, and that I only let the pot look at the sugar. That’s why I took the trouble to bring along some squares. I usually keep that kind of sweetness for company.”
It was safe to guess that few of the Glenwood girls got to sleep on time that night. There had been too much excitement at the initiation to calm down immediately, besides, there was a prospect of more trouble—and even trouble is not always unwelcome to boarding school girls—those who are not actually concerned, of course.
The commotion continued during the day following. Miette did not appear in the classroom, and there was much speculation as to just what had happened after she left the Assembly Room.
Some of the girls refused to speak to Nita, while others were equally disagreeable with Tavia. Dorothy and Rose-Mary kept their own counsel, but a few of the girls did see Dorothy coming out of Mrs. Pangborn’s office.