“That awful Junior heard what you said,” a voice declared nastily.

Gale put her head out the window and looked up. Marcia Marlette was leaning out her window and grinning with exasperating superiority.

“Perhaps you would like to say it directly to me,” she invited.

Gale was not lacking in courage and her anger now made her more daring.

“Certainly I’ll say it,” she answered firmly. “I said you were pestering me again. So what?”

The Junior’s face was more irritating.

“Freshmen are supposed to be polite to upper classmen—especially sorority sisters. Rebellion will cost you a month’s special privileges.”

“But that isn’t fair!” Gale cried indignantly. “I didn&rsquo. . . Read More