“And don’t you just hate Miss Olaine?” demanded Ebony.
“Oh, you leave her to me,” said Tavia, cheerfully. “We’ll get square with her if she stays at Glenwood Hall for long.”
“You would better have a care,” warned Dorothy. “I don’t believe that the lady will stand much fooling, Tavia.”
“‘Fooling’?” repeated Tavia, making “big eyes” at her chums. “How you talk! I would not fool with Miss Olaine——”
“I guess not,” cried one of the other girls. “I heard what she said to Miss Mingle.”
“What was that?”
“She said ‘she hoped she knew how to handle a lot of half-grown, saucy young-ones!’ Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“Us—young-ones!” gasped Dorothy.
“What a slap at our dignity—and we to graduate in June,” said Cologne, heavily. “I guess that settles Miss Olaine——”
“You leave her to me,” said Tavia, again, and nodding with emphasis. “I shall just square things up with her.”