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Marjorie never forgot the hurt look that crept into the manager's usually cheerful face as she bravely disagreed. It was as though she had caught a glimpse of the plucky little woman's grieving soul. She realized that Miss Remson had found it hard to give even them her confidence. She guessed also that the manager would be grateful if left to herself.
You have picked the culprit, all right enough. I have an idea I know how to deal with her." Leslie threatened in an excess of spite. "One thing more and then we must beat it. Do you believe that Remson affair will ever leak out? I shiver every time I think of it. That was a bold stroke." "It doesn't worry me.
Unless they should happen to meet, which isn't likely, matters will stay as they are. I destroyed the letter supposed to be from Miss Remson. The doctor told me to file it, but if he ever asked for it I would pretend not to be able to find it. He wouldn't remember what she wrote. While I am his secretary I can manage the affair. As time passes it will be forgotten.
"That is a question I have pondered more than once during the summer," Miss Remson responded with alacrity. "I did not suspect one of you for an instant. I do not see how anyone could have overheard the remarks I made on the subject, as I made them in this office with the door always closed. President Matthews is, of course, above suspicion.
In consequence, they were more free to laugh and talk. The presence of the Sans in the room during meals quenched the spirit of comradarie that was so marked at Silverton Hall. "Have you seen Miss Remson?" was hurled at Helen in chorus. She dimpled engagingly and nodded her head. "I saw her last night after I left you girls. I had to have a new bulb for one of my lights." "Glad of it."
A man in his position ought to be above anything even touching on injustice." "There you are! 'Seems to be, and 'ought to be," repeated Leila cynically. "May I ask you, Miss Remson, do you know the signature to the president's letter to you to be by his own hand? I would not hesitate to set a trumped-up letter down to the Sans' mischief-making bureau."
I asked Miss Remson not to mention the Sans' treatment of me in her complaint to the president. I had a long talk with her last June before college closed. I asked Ronny if she cared if I did so, because she had gone to the trouble of getting Miss Archer here and spared no pains to help me. All of you helped me, too, but Ronny and Miss Remson did the hardest part.
"Haven't you been in and out of the dining-room all evening?" "Yes, sir. Setting the table, and such. But now it's all ready, and I was waiting Miss Van Allen's word to serve it." "Where is Miss Van Allen?" I broke in. "I I don't know, sir," Luigi hesitated, and Doctor Remson interrupted. "We mustn't ask these questions, Mr. Calhoun. We must call the police." "The police!" cried Mrs.
I could only respect her wishes, as the matter was strictly personal. There were many other reasons why the Sans Soucians, as they call themselves, were undesirable boarders." Miss Remson ceased speaking momentarily, as she separated a letter from two or three others on her desk. "These girls, of whom I disapproved, made the usual application to retain their rooms.
"I know old Remson is so sore at us she could snap our heads off. The funny part of it is, she will never know how cleverly we blocked her little game. That reminds me. I don't want the rest of the Sans to know the way we worked that scheme. Eight of us in the secret is enough. Remember, if it ever got out we would be all through at Hamilton College."
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