no apology. Her elfish eyes turned from Marjorie
to Ellen with an expression of concentrated hate.

"Now, girls," began Miss Archer, firmly, "we are going to settle this
difficulty here in my office before anyone of you goes back to her
classes. That is the reason I have sent for Miss Dean. When Miss La
Salle entered her complaint against you, Miss Seymour, I decided that
you should have a chance to speak in your own behalf. No sooner were you
brought face to face than one accused the other of treachery. From the
front row of the gallery, where I sat on the afternoon of the game, I
could see every move of the players, but my eyes were not sufficiently
trained to detect the roughness of which you accuse each other. Then I
remembered that Miss Dean sat next to me and that she was a seasoned
player. So I sent for her to ask her in your presence if she saw the
alleged roughness on the part of either of you."

There was a half-smothered exclamation of dismay from Marjorie. Ellen
was regarding her in mute appeal. Mignon's lips curled back in a sneer.
It was dreadful to remain under a cloud.

"I am waiting for you to speak, Miss Dean."

Marjorie drew a long breath. "Miss Seymour spoke the truth. I saw Miss
La Salle purposely push Miss Seymour away from the ball. Someone else
saw her, too--someone who sat on the other side of the gallery." Her
tones carried unmistakable truth with them.

"It isn't true! It isn't true!" Mignon's voice rose to an enraged
shriek. "She only says so because she wants to pay me for making her
resign from the team."

"What did I tell you?" asked Ellen Seymour, triumphantly. "She admits
that she was responsible for that resignation."

"That will do," commanded Miss Archer, raising her hand.

Ellen subsided meekly.

Realizing that she had said too much, Mignon quieted as suddenly as she
had burst forth.

"Miss Dean, are you perfectly sure of what you say?" questioned Miss
Archer.

"I am quite sure," was the steady answer.

A seemingly endless silence followed Marjorie's reply. The principal
surveyed the trio searchingly.

"What girls comprise the freshman team?" At last she put the question
coldly to Mignon.

The French girl sulkily named them. Miss Archer made note of their
names. The principal then pressed the buzzer that summoned her
secretary.

"Send these young women to me at once," she directed, handing Marcia the
slip of paper.

Turning to the three girls before her she said