"Oh, it's not so urgent as all that. I just let my thoughts run away with me for a minute." Nevertheless there was a preoccupied light in Jane's eyes as the three returned across the campus to the Hall. The instant she gained her room she went hastily to work on a letter, a pleased smile curving her lips as she wrote. When it was finished she prepared it for mailing and ran lightly down the stairs and across the campus to the nearest mail box. She gave a happy little sigh as it disappeared through the receiving slot. How glad she was that the idea had come to her. She wondered only why she had never thought of it before. CHAPTER IX SEEKERS OF DISCORD Fifteen minutes after the arrival of Marian and Maizie a disgruntled trio of girls sat closeted in the room belonging to Marian and Maizie. "It's all your fault," stormed Elsie Noble, her sharp black eyes full of rancor. "If you'd come here as you promised instead of being a week late you could have used the wonderful influence you _say_ you have with Mrs. Weatherbee to let me keep that room. It's forty times nicer than the one I have." "I couldn't get here any sooner. Howard Armstead gave a dinner dance specially in honor of _me_ and we had to stay for it." Marian crested her blonde head as she flung forth this triumphant excuse. "Of course you did. You're so boy-struck you can't see straight. I might have known it was because of one of your silly old beaux. I'm glad I have more sense." "You don't show any signs of it," sneered Marian. "Stop quarreling, both of you," drawled Maizie. "Go go ahead, Elsie, and tell us what happened about the room. That's the thing we want to know. For goodness' sake keep your voice down though. You don't talk. You shout." "I'd rather shout than drawl my words as if I were too lazy to say them," retaliated Elsie wrathfully.