sed to be."

"That is another reason I have for wanting to get back at them,"
asserted Leslie. "You all know the snippy way she acted when we asked
her to change rooms with Lola. Worse still, she had to go and tell her
troubles to the Sanford crowd. They started right in to tell everyone
how brilliant she was and how shabbily we had treated her. Then the
Silverton Hall girls took it up and spread the news abroad that Langly
had won a scholarship no one else had been able to win for twenty years.
That sent her stock away up and we had to stop ragging her or be
disliked. I shall not forget that little performance in a hurry."

"They certainly put one over on us with that miserable old beauty
contest, too." Natalie's voice quivered with bitterness.

"Leila Harper was to blame for that, Nat. She is the cleverest girl at
Hamilton. We made a serious mistake in the beginning about her. They say
her father has oodles of money." Joan looked brief regret at the mistake
the Sans had made in not cultivating Leila.

"We never could have got along with her," Leslie said decidedly. "I am
glad we never took her up. I detest her and Vera Mason, too, but not
half so hard as I do Miss Bean and her satellites." Leslie invariably
said "Bean" instead of Dean in derision of Marjorie.

She now paused, her heavy features dark with resentment. The
independence of Marjorie Dean and her friends was a thorn to her flesh.
Each time she had attempted to injure them she had been ingloriously
defeated. She was determined, this year, not only to win back and
maintain her former leadership at Hamilton College, but also to crush
the rising power of the girls she so greatly disliked.

"Are you going to let the rest of the Sans in on this station business?"
inquired Harriet Stephens.

"Naturally; we need them to help us out. Don't get the idea I am trying
to keep the other girls out of our plans. I am not. It's like this. The
eight of us ran around together at prep school before we took the rest
of the girls into our crowd. We have always been a little more
confidential among ourselves because we are the old guard, as you might
say. Of course they know all about our troubles with Miss Bean and her
pals. They went through them with us. What we must keep to ourselves is
this Wayland Hall affair. We saved their rooms for them. They know that.
They don't need to know the exact process by which we did it, do they? I
merely told them that I thought I could