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Suddenly, at the top of the flight, appeared Corinne Pevay, captain of the West Side. "What is the trouble, mes enfants?" she demanded. "Why all the outburst of variegated sounds, Cora? Is it a convention of the Freshman Calliope Society; or merely a discussion of the question: Votes for Women?" Cora had become silent instantly. Nancy was winking back her tears, and would not turn around.
"Left early, attended by Pevay, to reconnoitre the country.
On the other hand the girl from Higbee School stood well in her classes, and she had no black marks against her. No teacher had been forced to admonish Nancy, and Corinne Pevay had a cheerful word for her and a smile whenever Nancy crossed her path. And yet the girl could not be happy. Her own mates the freshmen seemed afraid of her. Or, at least, some of them did.
But Miss Etching had announced it as a free-for-all race and the big girls could not freeze out the contestants from the younger classes. Indeed, the classes were each backing their own champions. The seniors were strongly for Corinne Pevay, who had recovered her breath and promised to bring home the prize.
She did not have to go to Number 30 at all. And you got no thanks for trying to shield them." Nancy continued silent. "And one of them told me," said Corinne, pointedly, "that you paid for all those goodies they gorged themselves on; yet they froze you out of the party. Is that right?" "Oh, I I'd rather not say, Miss Pevay," stammered Nancy. "Humph!
But the black-eyed Cora was getting back her courage now, and she suddenly burst out: "I can tell you, Madame!" "Perhaps as it was your voice which I first heard you had better tell me your side of it, Miss Rathmore," agreed the principal. "There's only one side to it, Madame!" exclaimed Cora. "I was just telling those girls and Miss Pevay, who interfered "
"I only know that Miss Pevay brought me to this room and said I must chum with the girl who was here." "It's not so! I don't believe you!" cried Cora. "And that stuck-up thing, that French-Canadian smartie! just did it to be mean. I'm going to Madame " Nancy really hoped she would. She hoped with all her heart that it would prove a mistake that Cora Rathmore was chummed with her.
"Left early, attended by Pevay, to reconnoitre the country.
A horrified silence fell upon the group of girls at the foot of the stairs. "Miss Pevay," said the Madame, calmly, "bring Nancy Nelson and Cora Rathmore to my office at once. What is that on the floor?" The little lady pointed to Nancy's coat and cap. Nancy, with dry lips, told her. "Have you been out without permission at this hour, Nancy?" asked the Madame. "No, Madame."
Why, among all these girls there must be some who would be friendly! This thought helped Nancy a great deal. She entered the building and joined the beginning of the line at the breakfast-room door, much encouraged. "Look at these hungry young ones," exclaimed Corinne Pevay, coming down the broad stair from the West Side, like a queen descending to give audience to her subjects.
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