uth Deane, as they were
leaving the senior locker-room at the close of the noon recess.

"She hasn't been in school to-day," replied Ruth. "I suppose what
happened Friday was too much for her."

"What happened Friday?" repeated Grace. "Well, what did happen?"

"Oh, Eleanor Savelli and Marian had a quarrel in the locker-room. I was
the only one who heard it, and I shouldn't have stayed but I know
Eleanor of old, and I made up my mind that I had better stay and see
that Marian had fair play. But I might as well have stayed away, for I
wasn't of any use to either side. In fact, I doubt if either one
realized I was there, they were so absorbed in their own troubles."

"It's a wonder that I wasn't around," remarked Grace. "I am really glad,
however, that I wasn't. The Phi Sigma Tau were all in Miss Tebbs'
classroom at recess last Friday. Miss Tebbs is a dear friend of the
Southards, you know. She was invited to go with us, but had made a
previous engagement that she could not break. We were talking things
over with her. After school we all went straight home and I saw neither
Eleanor nor Marian. Have you any idea what it was about?"

"I don't know," returned Ruth bluntly. "Marian and Eleanor came into the
locker-room together. I heard Marian say something about telling Eleanor
what she had in confidence. Then Eleanor just laughed scornfully and
told Marian that she had told her secrets to the wrong person. Marian
grew very angry, and called Eleanor treacherous and revengeful, and
Eleanor said that Marian's opinion was a matter of indifference to her.

"Then she told Marian that she intended to call a class meeting for
Thursday of this week and entertain them with the very interesting
little story that Marian had told her the previous week.

"Marian wilted at that and cried like a baby, but Eleanor kept on
laughing at her, and said that she would know better another time, and
perhaps would think twice before she spoke once. She said that no one
could trample upon her with impunity."

"Oh, pshaw," exclaimed Grace impatiently. "She always says that when she
is angry. She said that last year."

"Well, Marian cried some more," continued Ruth, "and Eleanor made a
number of other spiteful remarks and walked out with a perfectly hateful
look of triumph on her face."

"And what about Marian?" asked Grace.

"She didn't go back to the study hall. She told Miss Thompson that she
was ill and went home."

"Poor Marian," said