d dear
Row-ena had been out for a ride and simply happened to run across me in
the pavilion.

"Now comes the most interesting part of the story." Jerry glanced from
one to another of her attentive little audience. "Three days afterward
the postman left me a letter. The address was typed, so was the letter.
When I opened it, I soon knew the writer. Here it is." Jerry produced a
letter from a white kid bag she was carrying. "The distinguished writer
of this letter is Leslie Cairns. I brought it along to read to you
because what she has to say includes all of us. It's what I would call
an open declaration of war. Listen to this:

"'Miss Macy:

"'Since you refused to listen to me the other day, I must resort to
pen and ink to make you understand that when I have anything to say
to a person I propose to say it. It isn't a case of what you want.
It is a case of what I want. To begin with, I knew all about you
and your pals before ever you came to Hamilton. My friend, Miss
Farnham, heard that you were to enter Hamilton and warned me
against all of you. I had you looked up, as I have powerful ways
and means of doing this.

"'As your friend, Miss Dean, the lying little hypocrite, had made
my friend, Miss Farnham, so much trouble at high school, I decided
to even her score for her. At first I did not intend to allow you
to enter Hamilton at all. When I say "you" I include those dear
chums of yours. My father could easily have arranged to keep you
out of Hamilton. Then I concluded it would be better to let you
come here and make things lively for you.

"'I proposed that call on you ninnies on your first evening at
college. We arranged matters so as to fuss you self-satisfied
freshies a little and keep you from your dinner. We didn't care
anything about meeting you, but we thought we might as well look
you over. Miss Weyman gave it out that she would meet your party
with her car on purpose to keep other students away. We wanted you
to be a little bit lonesome. When you said in your room, that you
saw Miss Weyman's car at the station, we thought perhaps you might
have seen through the joke. But you were so thick. You didn't.

"'Miss Weyman had no intention of wasting good gasoline on you. She
loaded her car with girls on purpose. There was no room to spare.
She stopped it above the statio