Part 4 (1/2)

”The girls over there thought you were Constance Stevens, too,” smiled Susan, showing her dimples. ”You see, Marjorie and Connie are inseparable, so, of course, we naturally mistook you for her. I never saw two girls look so much alike. If we have a fancy dress party this year you two can surely go as the Siamese Twins. Wouldn't that be great?”

Mary smiled perfunctorily. She had her own views in the matter, and they did not in the least coincide with Susan's.

A moment later they were hemmed in by an enthusiastic bevy of girls, each one trying to make herself heard above the others. Marjorie was besieged on all sides with eager inquiries. The girls had discovered, as she neared them, that her companion was not Constance Stevens. Marjorie, at once, did the honors and Mary found herself nodding in quick succession to half a dozen girls.

”You fooled us all for a minute, Miss Raymond,” cried Muriel Harding.

”She didn't fool me,” announced Jerry Macy, who had joined them just in time to hear Muriel's remark. ”I knew she was coming, but I kept still because I wanted to see you girls stare.”

”Look around the room, Marjorie,” observed Irma Linton in a guarded tone. ”Do you miss anyone? Not Constance. I wonder where she is?”

”I don't know.” Marjorie's eyes took in the big room, then again sought the door. ”She said she would meet me here this morning. Let me see. Do I miss anyone? Do you mean a girl in our cla.s.s, Irma?”

Irma nodded.

Marjorie cast another quick look about her. ”Why, no. Oh, now I know.

You mean Mignon.”

Again Irma nodded. Under cover of a burst of laughter from the others she murmured, ”Mignon won't be with us this year. You will observe, if you look hard, that I'm not weeping over our loss.”

Marjorie was silent for a moment. The past rode before her like a panorama, as the thought of the elfish-faced French girl and of how deeply she had caused both herself and Constance Stevens to suffer. Her pretty face hardened a trifle as she said, in a low voice, ”I'm not sorry, either, Irma. But why won't she be in high school this year? Has she moved away from Sanford? I haven't seen her since we came home from the beach.”

”She has gone away to boarding school,” answered Irma. ”Between you and me, I think she was ashamed to come back here this year. Susan told me that her father wanted her to stay in high school and go to college, but she teased and teased to go away to school, so finally he said she might. She left here over two weeks ago. One of the girls received a letter from her last week. In it she said she was so glad she didn't have to go to a common high school and that the girls in her school were not milk-and-water babies, but had a great deal of spirit and daring.”

Marjorie's lip curled unconsciously. ”I'd rather be a 'milk-and-water baby' than as cruel and heartless as she. I'll never forgive her for the way she treated Connie. Let's not talk of her, Irma. It makes me feel cross and horrid, and, of all days, I'd like to be happy to-day. There's so much to be happy over, and I'm so glad to see all of you. Life would be a desert waste without high school, wouldn't it?”

Marjorie's soft hand found Irma's. She was very fond of this quiet, fair-haired girl, who, with Jerry Macy, had stood by her so resolutely through dark days.

”Here she comes--our dear teacher. Look out, girls, or you'll be ushered out of Sanford High before you've had a chance to look at the bulletin board,” warned Muriel Harding's high-pitched voice. Her sarcastic remarks carried farther than she had intended they should, as a sudden hush had fallen upon the study hall. Miss Merton, Marjorie's pet aversion, had stalked into the great room. She cast a malignant glance, not at Muriel, but straight at Marjorie Dean.

”Oh,” gasped Muriel and Marjorie in united consternation.

”That's the time you did it, Muriel,” muttered Jerry Macy. ”I always told you that you ought to be an orator or an oratress or something.

Your voice carries a good deal farther than it ought to. Only Miss Merton didn't think it was you who made those smart remarks. She thought it was Marjorie. Now she'll have a new grievance to nurse this year.”

”I'm awfully sorry.” Muriel was the picture of contrition. ”I didn't intend she should hear me--but to blame you for it! That's dreadful.

I'll go straight and tell her that I said it.”

Muriel made a quick movement as though to carry out her intention.

Marjorie caught her by the arm. ”You'll do nothing of the sort, Muriel Harding. My soph.o.m.ore shoulders are broad enough to beat it. Perhaps she didn't really hear what you said. She can't dislike me any more for that than she did before she thought I said it.”

”Young ladies, I am waiting for you to come to order. Will you kindly cease talking and take seats?” Miss Merton's raucous voice broke harshly upon the abashed group of girls. They scuttled into the nearest seats at hand like a bevy of startled partridges.

”What a horrid woman,” was Mary Raymond's thought, as she slipped into a seat in front of Marjorie, and stared resentfully at the rigid figure, so devoid of womanly beauty, in its severe brown linen dress, unrelieved by even a touch of white at the neck.

With a final glare at Marjorie, the teacher proceeded at once to the business at hand. Within the next few minutes she had arranged the girls of the freshman cla.s.s in the section of the study hall they were to occupy during the coming year. Marjorie awaited the turn of the soph.o.m.ores to be a.s.signed to a seat with inward trepidation. She had had no opportunity to introduce Mary to Miss Merton. What should she do? She half rose from the seat, then sat down undecidedly.