o what the menu should be, provided it
was fit to eat.

"Cut out this scrapping and get down to business, you two," finally
ordered Leslie in her roughest tones. Followed an insulting rebuke from
her that brought a flush to both the wranglers' cheeks. When thoroughly
exasperated Leslie spared no one's feelings. "You decide on what to have
_right now_ and make a list of it. Trot it over to the Colonial early
tomorrow morning. If you leave it until even tomorrow night they may
refuse to handle it. Remember it will take time to pack a luncheon for
one hundred and twenty-eight persons."

"Dulcie wants to serve a regular six-course dinner out in that neck of
the woods," sputtered Natalie. "I am not in favor of such extravagance.
It will cost us enough to have sandwiches, salads, relishes and sweets.
Then there's coffee, chocolate, and imported ginger ale besides. I am
not going to spend my whole month's allowance on a feed for those
greenies."

"If we expect to make an impression on the freshies we ought to do
things in good style," Dulcie hotly contested. "I don't care how much
money it costs me. I have plenty of coin. The trouble with you Nat, is
you're stingy. You buy everything expensive for yourself, but you are
always broke when it comes to treating."

"I'll never forgive you for that, Dulcie Vale," was Natalie's wrathful
retort. "I think you are too----"

"That will be _all_," Leslie cut in sternly. "I said cut out the
scrapping, didn't I? Either do as I say or get out of here. We can run
the picnic minus either of you. Nat is right for once. Why should we
spend a fortune on this affair?"

Knowing that Leslie would have no scruples about barring them both from
further part in the picnic, they sullenly subsided. Dulcie freezingly
accepted the list of eatables Natalie had made up and temporary peace
was restored. Natalie bade Leslie a very cool goodnight a little later
when the session broke up. She was hurt and angry over Leslie's brutal
frankness. For an instant she wished she might be entirely free of
Leslie's domineering sway. It was one of those moments when a faint
stirring of a better nature made her long for harmony and peace. Her
ignoble side was too greatly in the ascendency however to make her
distaste for Leslie Cairns and her tyranny more than momentary.

CHAPTER XII.

A RECKLESS DRIVER.

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