"You'd soon learn," said Katherine. "It's very easy to become accustomed to an exalted state."
"But why not one of you?" began Molly.
"It's a question," here remarked the silent Edith, "whether a class president should be the most popular girl or the best executive."
"Margaret is both," exclaimed Molly loyally; "but, after all, why not leave it to the vote at the class meeting?"
"Oh, it will be finally decided in that way, of course," said Katherine, "but such things are really decided beforehand by a little electioneering, and I was proposing to do some stump speaking in your behalf, Molly, if you cared to take the place."
"Oh, no," cried Molly, flushing with embarrassment; "it's awfully nice of you, but I wouldn't for anything interfere with Margaret. She is the one to have it. Besides, as Queen's girls, we ought to vote for her. She belongs to the family."
"But some of the girls are kicking. They say we are running the class, and are sure to ring in one of our own crowd just to have things our way."
"How absurd!" ejaculated Molly. "I'm sure I never thought of such a thing. But if that's the case, why vote for me, then?"
"Because," replied Mabel, "the Caroline Brinton faction proposed you. They say, if they must have a Queen's girl, they'll take you."
"'Must' is a ridiculous word to use at an honest election," broke in Molly hotly. "Let them choose their candidate and vote as they like. We'll choose ours and vote as we like."