“Miss Dalton has not finished,” Jane ordered with a very considerate nod to Marian who still stood, thus claiming the floor. She finally sat down but kept up a mumble for some moments. “Yes, I found the leader, Marian Seaton, had stolen into our ranks, perhaps to give all our secrets to the opposition,” went on Dozia mercilessly, and plainly excited. “And you tried to tie my feet!” swung in Marian. “And you tried to gag me!” almost shouted Dozia. “They both tumbled into the lake,” fired in a freshman who never should have spoken, but was too new to know of her disbarment. A roar of honest laughter greeted this announcement. It was not difficult to picture Dozia trying to tie Marian’s feet, and Marian trying to gag Dozia, with the result of both girls rolling into the lake. “And of course,” continued Dozia, “I could not get to the meeting at all. I had to stay in that cold, dark boat house——” “What about me?” again interrupted the indignant Marian. “I was kept away from the hall, and I got a very bad cold——” “Oh, too bad. Wasn’t that awful! Dear little thing!” and similar exclamations crowded out Marian’s attempt to gain sympathy. “We have two different charges here, it seems to me,” replied the now judicial Jane. “One is, that a girl from the other side stole into the ranks of the right with the intention of betraying secrets, and——” “No such thing, that isn’t so. We had a right there with our own class,” and a string of such outcries from Marian’s corner interrupted Jane. “Not after sides had been taken and candidates chosen,” declared Jane indomitably. “But why could I not vote—for your—candidate?” asked Marian in a quaking voice. “Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! As if you would!” came the call of the squad that should have saved its tones for cheering on other occasions. “Well, I claim I had a perfect right to be in that line. And I am going to take the matter to the faculty,” persisted Marian rather feebly. “You will have no occasion to,” snapped Jane, forgetting the dignity of her office. “I dislike, very much, this petty squabbling and I am determined, this year, to keep our reputation clear of it. If you want any redress other than to stand by the result of all our meetings you can ask for a special session, and we will thrash it out, if it takes all night, but I am against any one carrying tales to the faculty. It is a small and—childish thing to do, and we all claim to be at least old enough to be in college,” finished Jane. “I move that we give three rousing cheers for our new president,” spoke up little Dorothy Blyden. This was responded to by so many “second its” the secretary was obliged to ask: “Who seconded that motion?” But meanwhile the three rousing cheers were echoing through the old study hall. “And will someone move that we invite the opposition to come in on the committees?” generously asked Jane.