“Who are the offenders?” asked the head of Glenwood calmly.
“There is a club they call the ‘T’s’.”
“The ‘T’s,’” repeated Mrs. Pangborn.
“Yes, and I am told that the letters stands for Tarters!”
“Tarters!” again repeated the principal.
“Yes. Such a choice of name might easily signify the character of the members,” said Miss Cummings frigidly.
“How long has this been going on?” asked the other.
“It seems the club was formed at the opening of the term, but when the regular sports of the classes came in vogue, the animosity between the different sets became serious. I hesitated to tell you before—I really thought the young ladies would find out their own error—but it seems they intend to carry things on to suit themselves,” added Miss Cummings.
“I cannot see how such an element got into Glenwood,” demurred Mrs. Pangborn, with a sigh, “but, of course, it is our business to curb it. We shall be obliged to stop all private meetings of the clubs, however innocent, they may be. Then we must endeavor to discover the one who instigates these enmities.”
“One young lady—Miss Travers is very mischievous,” went on Miss Cummings, “but I really have not discovered her in any particular wrong, or direct infringement of the rules.”