"Weatherbee didn't suspect you, anyway," chimed in Maizie. "She was all smiles when we went into her office." "Yes, she was sweet as cream. She could never trace it to me anyway. I took good care of that." "Who wrote it for you?" asked Elsie curiously. "That's my affair," rudely returned Marian. "If I told you all my business you'd know as much as I do. I'm sorry the scheme didn't work, but, at least, you got into the Hall. I'm certainly glad that girl failed in her exams. As for Jane Allen--well, I'm not through with her yet. Who is your roommate?" "A Miss Reynolds. She's a soph----" "_Alicia Reynolds!_" chorused two interrupting voices. "Well of all things!" Marian's pale eyes widened with surprise. "What do you think of that, Maiz?" "You're in luck, Marian," Maizie averred with a slow smile. "You stand a better chance of getting in with Alicia again. Elsie can help you if she doesn't go to work and fuss with Alicia the first thing." "What are you talking about? Who is this Alicia Reynolds?" inquired Elsie curiously. "Oh, we chummed with her last year. She didn't like this Jane Allen any better than we did. Then last spring she went riding and fell off her horse and our dear Miss Allen picked her up and brought her home on her own horse. Alicia wasn't hurt. She thought she was and that the Allen girl was a heroine," glibly related Marian. "She listened to a lot of lies Jane Allen told her about us and now she won't speak to either of us. It's too bad, because we are really her friends and this Allen person isn't. Some day we hope to prove it to her." "This Jane Allen must be a terrible mischief-maker," was Elsie's opinion. "I told her what I thought of her the afternoon she came." "You did?" exclaimed Marian. "Yes, sirree. I went straight to her room and spoke my mind. I was so furious with her. The very next morning Mrs. Weatherbee put me at the same table with her. It was my first meal at the Hall. I went to Rutherford Inn for luncheon and dinner. I was hungry and thought maybe the meals wouldn't suit me. They're all right, though. When I saw her at the table I was going to balk about sitting there, then I changed my mind. I had as much right to be there as she. I told her that, too." "Some little scrapper," murmured Maizie.