anced at Ronny, who returned the glance with an enigmatical smile.
Leila was staring at Marjorie, her face also a study.

"Girls," Marjorie began, in her clear resonant enunciation, "I shall
have to tell you something that only Ronny and Leila know. I told Leila
only this afternoon. I asked Miss Remson not to mention the Sans'
treatment of me in her complaint to the president. I had a long talk
with her last June before college closed. I asked Ronny if she cared if
I did so, because she had gone to the trouble of getting Miss Archer
here and spared no pains to help me. All of you helped me, too, but
Ronny and Miss Remson did the hardest part. Ronny said I must do
whatever my conscience dictated. I felt that I did not wish to have
anything to do with their leaving the Hall. If Miss Remson wins or has
won her point against them, that's different. Last March, before we held
the meeting in the living room, it seemed as if I could not endure being
under the same roof with them. That feeling passed away. They were so
utterly defeated. Miss Remson says she has enough insubordinate and
really lawless acts on their part against them to warrant their being
transferred to another campus house. She said it had been done
occasionally in past years with beneficial results."

"That means the Sans will be at the Hall again this year." Resentment
burned briefly in Helen's eyes. Slow to anger, she was slower to
forgive.

"We don't know that yet," resumed Ronny. "All this happened last June.
Miss Remson made her complaint then, I believe. She intended to, at any
rate. Naturally, we could not ask her about the result, and she said
nothing more about it before we went home. I think she will mention it
to Marjorie and me. If she does we will ask if we may tell you girls who
were interested in the affair of last March."

"We'll know anyway, if the Sans appear bag and baggage," put in
practical Lucy.

"Yes; but I mean Miss Remson will tell us the details," returned Ronny.

"Wherever the Sans live on the campus, our best way is to go on about
our own affairs regardless of them. I hate to think of Hamilton College
as a battle ground. I will fight for my rights, if I must, but I will
ignore a worthless enemy as long as I can. We must make our plans for a
happier Hamilton, which does not include the Sans. We must create a
spirit of unity here that will discount cliques." Marjorie argued with
deep earnestness. "If we fight, shoulder to should