Mrs. Weatherbee rustled into the little office, injured dignity written on every feature of her austere face. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Weatherbee." Courtesy to an older woman prompted Jane to rise. Her tone, however, was one of strained politeness. There was no move made toward handshaking by either. "I was greatly surprised to learn that _you_ wished to see me, Miss Allen," was the matron's first remark after seating herself in the chair before her writing desk. Mrs. Weatherbee's intonations were decidedly accusing. Jane colored at the emphasis placed on the "you." "Why should you be surprised?" she flashed back, an angry glint in her gray eyes. Already her good resolutions were poised for flight. "I am even more surprised at the boldness of your question. I consider it as being in extremely bad taste." "And I am surprised at the way I have been treated!" Jane cried out passionately, her last remnant of patience exhausted. "I understand that you have seen fit to ignore the arrangement I made with you last June about my room. Miss Stearns has informed me that you have given it to an entering freshman. It's the most unfair proceeding I've ever known, and I shall not submit to such injustice." This was not in the least what Jane had purposed to say. She had intended to broach the subject on the diplomatic basis of a mistake having been made. She realized that she had thrown down the gauntlet with a vengeance, but she was now too angry to care. "_Miss Allen!_" The older woman's expression was one of intense severity. "Such insolence on your part is not only unbecoming but entirely uncalled for. You appear to have forgotten that you gave up your room of your own accord. I reserved it for you until I received your letter of last week." "Of my _own accord_!" gasped Jane, unable to believe she had heard aright. "My letter of last week! I don't understand." "I am at a loss to understand _you_," acidly retorted the matron. "I know of only one possible explanation for your call upon me this afternoon. I should prefer not to make it. It would hardly reflect to your credit." "I must ask you to explain," insisted Jane haughtily. "We have evidently been talking at cross purposes. You say that I gave up my room of my own