“Now, I must tell you girls,” began Dorothy, an afternoon later, when the “committee” on initiation was in session, “you will have to be gentle with Miette. She has only lately lost her mother, and she is really in deep grief. Mrs. Pangborn asked me to tell you all this, so when it comes Miette’s turn we will just ask her to do a few simple things, and then let her enjoy watching the others.” “Hum!” sniffed Nita, “I suppose she’s going to be the pet now.” “No danger of her cutting you out any—with a few, at least,” retorted Edna, who never had patience with Nita Brandt. “It’s a great thing to be pretty,” fired back Nita. “But very small to be jealous,” flung in Rose-Mary. “Girls!” exclaimed Dorothy, “I am quite sure I never intended to make this row. There is no “Snoop,” growled Nita, who was plainly looking for trouble. “Not exactly,” replied Dorothy, the color mounting to her cheeks. “Now, see here, Nita Brandt,” said Tavia sharply, “I won’t stand for another word along that line. We all know perfectly well that Dorothy Dale is no ‘snoop.’ She’s been here long enough to have her reputation for squareness firmly established.” “Three cheers for Dorothy!” called Cologne, and this was taken up by most of the other girls. But with Nita Brandt, Lena Berg took sides, as well as Amy Brooks. This trio always “went together,” and could be depended upon to “stick to each other” in all school “rows.” The present agitation, however, really mattered little to Dorothy, but the antagonism it was creating against Miette was what worried her. Several times later in the session she attempted to appease Nita, but the effort was met with prompt defiance. Certainly it was early in the term for quarrels, but when a girl has her pride hurt, as Nita did, she is apt to seek revenge. “Poor little Miette,” thought Dorothy. “It “Suppose we give up the initiation,” proposed Tavia to Dorothy, when they sat talking the affair over alone that evening. “I don’t think that would mend matters,” replied Dorothy, “for they would keep up the trouble anyway, and perhaps do worse if they thought we were afraid of them.” “Then why don’t you just tell Mrs. Pangborn? She told you to,” went on Tavia. “But I do hate to tattle. Besides, they haven’t really done anything wrong.” “But just wait. That Nita is getting more lispy, and more sneaky every day. I hate her.” “Tavia!” exclaimed Dorothy. “Surely you don’t really hate anybody!” “Then I perfectly hate her, Doro. If you knew how she even tried to make trouble for you last year, you wouldn’t take her part so quickly.” “I’m not taking her part at all,” replied Dorothy. “I’m only trying to take yours. You should not say you hate any one.” “All right. I’ll just think it after this. But, all the same, I’d like to initiate Nita Brandt over “Lucky for Nita she came early,” said Dorothy pleasantly. “But, now don’t you think we had better turn out the light? We seem to have the record for getting caught after dark, and you know about Miss Bylow.” “Why not keep up our record?” teased Tavia. “Not such a bad thing to come out unscratched as we have done through all past battles.” “Well, if it’s all the same to you, I would rather withdraw. I’ve got about all the rows on hand I feel capable of manipulating,” and at this she touched the light button and left the room in darkness. “S’long!” called Tavia out of the depths of her pillows. “I’m rather surprised that your nerve should go back on you. If you need me in the faction row, I am at your service,” and she, too, prepared to take the sleep of the young and healthful. But just across the hall in a very small room, eighteen by number, little Miette lay with eyes wide open in the darkness. She was beginning to feel that the wonderful joys of school girl life might have their accompanying sorrows. Never, But now those other girls did not like her. She could see that plainly, and feel it keenly, in spite of what might be said and done by those who were kind and thoughtful. “And what must I have done to so anger them?” she kept asking herself. “Certainly I said not a word, nor did I do anything—They must be strange, perhaps they know I—” A shudder ran through the form that hid itself in the coverlets. “No, how could they know that? No one knew it, not even the kind, gentle Mrs. Pangborn!” “And I might be so happy to forget it, too,” went on the girl’s thoughts. “If only it would never come back, and I might stay at this lovely place, even the rude girls would not worry me.” Then she turned her eyes straight up in the darkness. “Oh, Mother!” she breathed. “Hear Miette! Watch your Miette, and save her!” But the dreaded specter of her past experiences “But I must never tell,” she sighed, “not even dear, sweet Dorothy Dale!” |