“As you are class president, I naturally asked you first, as we always feel it better to allow the girls a chance to develop their own plans, where such a privilege is possible. But to have young ladies actually go about the rooms, and get names for beauty parlors!” The contempt in Mrs. Weatherbee’s voice spoke louder than did her words. She was plainly very much “disturbed” as she had previously admitted. “I should think all the old class girls would be well aware that the matter of canvassing is strictly prohibited,” Jane said. “And for such a thing as a beauty parlor!” Here she, too, felt the situation beyond words. She seemed to vision the girls running out of the grounds at every recreation to get another daub of enamel, or a quick dip of hair dye. What a situation such an opportunity would precipitate! Also the fact that Dolorez’ black hair was streaked, and that her high color was not always reliable, flashed across Jane’s mind. This had been Dolorez’ doings, she felt convinced. “I agree with you,” Mrs. Weatherbee replied. “No girl in Wellington for any length of time could have committed such an error unconsciously. I therefore feel that Miss Vincez must be more to blame than Miss Seaton.” “I now recall,” Jane amended, “hearing some talk about making a lot of money (Dolorez had said a ‘pot of money’) but I had no idea to what this referred.” “Yes, they had it all settled. Little slips of paper were typewritten and the girls pledged—actually pledged, to take the so-called treatments. And they were to pay a part of the charge in advance to start the parlor. Did you ever hear of anything so absurd?” Jane shook her head to deny ever having heard of anything so absurd. She was thinking too rapidly to trust herself to words. “Of course, I shall have to bring both girls before the board,” said Mrs. Weatherbee. “I am convinced that they alone are to blame.” “Might it be possible,” suggested Jane, “that Dolorez is ignorant of our rules as regards business?” “I think not. She has simply wound Miss Seaton around her fingers. Miss Vincez is a girl of unusual experience. Her standing was investigated, but I am afraid we allowed personal influence to overcome good judgment. Miss Vincez was formerly a pupil-teacher at Blindwood.” “A pupil-teacher!” exclaimed Jane. “Then that accounts for her basketball skill?” “Exactly. She taught athletics.” “And she presumed to play with school girls,” exclaimed Jane indignantly. “Yes, but we have our official eye on her,” Mrs. Weatherbee said rather hurriedly, for Mrs. Weatherbee. “We would not have allowed her to use her so-called skill against our legitimate players, in fact, when she was disqualified for fouls, in your tryout, she then and there was notified she could not again play in any of the games, or take part in any of the athletic contests. We have no objection to her enjoying all the exercises, that is her right, but she is disqualified as a professional, from all amateur sports.”