the same height, and though she lacked Gipsy's vivacity of
expression, a stranger might quite possibly have mistaken the one girl
for the other. It was perhaps just as well that Gipsy had one such
devoted ally, for there were a few malcontents in the Form who were not
at all ready to accept her with enthusiasm. Maude Helm had taken a
dislike to her from the first, and had allowed her prejudice not only to
blind her to Gipsy's good points, but to cause her to try to influence
others in her disfavour. It is rarely that anybody succeeds in doing a
public service without making any enemies, and Gipsy was no exception to
the rule. According to Maude's code, she had violated every tradition of
school etiquette by pushing herself, a newcomer, into a position of
prominence; and that she had conferred a real benefit upon the Lower
School by her championship went for nothing.

"It's sickening, the way everybody truckles to her," declared Maude to a
few of her particular chums. "I vote we stick out, at any rate, and
don't let her have everything her own way. We don't want the school
Americanized to suit her fancy."

"No; Miss Yankee will have to find out we're not all ready to lick her
boots!" grumbled Alice O'Connor.

"Glad she wasn't chosen President of the Guild, at any rate," remarked
Gladys Merriman. "If she puts up for anything else I shall oppose her.
There are other people in this Form quite as capable of taking the lead
as she is, if they only got the chance."

"Yourself not excepted, I suppose!" snapped Mary Parsons, who happened
to overhear. "You forget Gipsy refused the Presidency voluntarily."

"Clever enough to see it would pay her best!" sneered Gladys. "She
evidently knows how to get round the Form."

"Gladys! How mean you are! Well, you can't do Gipsy much harm by your
nastiness, that's one comfort."

"It only makes me like her all the more," broke out Joyce Adamson, who
had strolled up to take Mary's arm.

"All the same," said Mary to Joyce, as they walked away, "I believe
those three would do Gipsy a bad turn if they got the chance."

"But could they?"

"Easy enough. Gipsy's anything but a favourite with the monitresses
after this Guild business, and they'd be only too delighted to drop on
her if they found a reasonable excuse."

"So they would, and Gipsy's hardly what you call a bread-and-butter
Miss!"

"I should rather think not! She's ready for any amount of fun. She's
bound to come into colli