the front steps. "Make a bee-line for our room. I'll hang out a 'Busy' sign, so that we won't be disturbed." Five minutes later the "Busy" sign was in place and the key turned in the lock. "Three of us can sit on my couch. That means you, Imp and Ethel. Now, Jane and Norma, draw up your chairs. Ahem!" Judith giggled. "What is the pleasure of this indignation meeting? You know what we think, Jane. Let's hear from you and Norma." "Oh, I haven't any voice in the matter," smiled Norma. "That is, I've no right to decide anything." "Neither have I, but I'm speaking just the same," laughed Ethel. "I say, 'On to Prexy with the horrible tale.'" "I think we'd best handle this affair if we can without the faculty's help," Jane said quietly. "If we went to anyone it ought to be Miss Rutledge. I'd rather not tell even her. I hate telling tales." "I don't," disagreed Judith. "If we let it go without saying a word, we'll have trouble right along. It ought to be stamped out _now_." "I intend that it shall be," Jane tersely assured. "How?" Judith's query rang with skepticism. "By going straight to Miss Noble and ordering her to stop it," was Jane's determined reply. "I shall ask her to give me that paper." "A lot of good that will do." Judith gave a short laugh. "You might as well tell the wind to stop blowing." "It will do this much good," retorted Jane. "We shall give Miss Noble her choice between giving up that paper or being reported to the faculty." "Who's going to tell her all this?" demanded Judith in a slightly ruffled tone. "I am," returned Jane composedly. "And I. I shall be there also," instantly supported Adrienne. "Very fine. It looks as though I'd be there myself." Judith's annoyed expression vanished in a wide grin.