“You’re wicked enough naturally. It would be more of a stunt for you to play the innocuous heroine—or the ‘on-gi-nu,’” drawled Rose-Mary Markin.
“Oh! what an awful slap on the wrist!” cried Molly Richards.
“Et tu, Brute?” growled Tavia, in despairing accents.
“Now, what’s the use?” again demanded Dorothy. “You know very well that Miss Olaine will stop any fun that we start in the house.”
“You admit her unfairness; do you, Miss?” cried Ned Ebony.
“She is perfectly outrageous of late!” gasped Dorothy.
“To you, too,” groaned Cologne. “And no reason for it. You never did her any harm.”
“Not that I know of,” admitted Dorothy, sadly.
Tavia kept very still. She had no part in this discussion, but she felt “mean all over.” She believed she could explain the sudden dislike Miss Olaine seemed to have taken to Dorothy Dale.
“If we hadn’t all promised to treat her just as nice as we could——” began Molly.