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Bess Walbert can't tell the truth to save her neck, and Lola is a selfish kid who thinks of no one but herself." "That's all true, Joan," Natalie said with unusual meekness. "I will really try to treat Les as you suggest." It was not necessary that evening to treat Leslie as Joan had advised. She was amiability itself.
Aside from considerable laughter, which sounded too pointed to be impersonal, the party of arriving juniors strolled past. Among the last came Leslie Cairns. She had insisted on walking with Elizabeth Walbert, greatly to Natalie's vexation. As she lounged past Leila's car she cast an insolent glance at the Irish girl.
Sight of the Sans, particularly Leslie Cairns, had put her momentarily in a bad humor. Her virile Irish temperament forbade her to do other than love or hate with all her strength of being. She hated Leslie as energetically as she adored Marjorie. "That Miss Walbert makes me sick," was Jerry's incensed comment as they bowled smoothly along the avenue.
I don't care much for that type of girl. She's priggish and goody-goody, isn't she?" Miss Walbert promptly took her cue from Leslie. While the babyish-looking freshman regarded Leslie with a perfectly innocent expression, there was lurking malice in her wide blue eyes. She had not liked the dignity Marjorie had shown when returning her property. It rankled in her petty soul.
The Sans' open championship of Elizabeth Walbert had excited unfavorable comment on the campus. While the upper-class students aimed to be helpful elder sisters to the freshmen, college etiquette forbade a too-marked interest in freshman affairs. The Sans had over-reached themselves and were bound to come in for adverse criticism in college circles where tradition was still respected.
Finding herself admired, she preferred to cultivate her new acquaintance rather than devote her attention to those of her class who had come down to the train. "She said let me see." Miss Walbert knitted her light eyebrows in an elaborate effort at recollection. "She said she had never met any of you girls and she didn't care for an acquaintance with you.
Mark what I tell you, there will be a lot of snubbed and very wrathful freshies before the month is out," prophesied Leila. "I hope the grand awakening comes before their class election. I doubt it. With Miss Walbert as president of 19 , the Sans would feel they had really put one over on us. I think Phyllis Moore, Robin's cousin, would make a fine freshman president."
She wheedled Joan Myers into escorting Elizabeth Walbert to the dance and remained in her room in a magnificent fit of sulks. She was too greatly inflamed against Marjorie to endure going where she would be in close touch with her for an evening. She therefore amused herself that evening in planning the cherished move she intended to make against Marjorie.
"Where were you? We thought you were right behind us. What has become of your blonde freshie? We knew something had happened," was the reception which greeted her and her charge. "Do blondes change to brunettes in the twinkling of an eye?" laughed Leila, her blue eyes resting very kindly on Marjorie's pretty companion. "They do not. Miss Walbert deserted me. She knew Miss Myers and Miss Stephens.
Nothing like being on the soft side of them." Such was Leslie's counsel to her followers who were entering the campaign with a malicious zest infinitely gratifying to her. While the other eight cars contained two occupants apiece, Leslie's pet roadster held a third passenger. Leslie had elected to invite Elizabeth Walbert to share the roadster with herself and Harriet Stephens.
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