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your head in that, Billie. You do have a look of battle and sudden death about you. And your hair could stand a comb. So! Much, much better. Now you bear a slight resemblance to the Billie Bradley I have known and loved so faithfully.”

      Over Billie’s freshened head Laura slipped a cool, peach-colored frock; then ran to the lavatory to wash her own hands. This service Vi also performed for herself. In less time than they had thought possible, the chums were ready to face the eagle eye of the dreaded Miss Debbs.

      They made their way decorously to the dining hall, entered as unobtrusively as possible, and slipped quietly to their seats.

      In spite of all their precautions, their entrance was observed by practically everybody in the room. Friends of the chums, who were in the majority, pretended not to see them. Their few enemies, led by Amanda Peabody and her shadow, Eliza Dilks, stared openly and tittered.

      Billie did not raise her eyes from her plate as Connie Danvers, seated beside her, passed the cold meat and salad.

      “Fill up your plate, quick,” whispered Connie. “Maybe Debsy didn’t notice you.”

      “Such a chance!” returned Billie, scarcely moving her lips. “I can feel her eagle eye on me now!”

      Through the steady murmur of voices and the clatter of plates and cutlery broke the deep, husky voice of the redoubtable Miss Debbs.

      “Beatrice Bradley! Stand, if you please!”

      Billie shot a sidelong glance at Connie Danvers.

      “I’m in for it now!” she whispered, and got to her feet.

      “Yes, Miss Debbs,” she said politely.

      “You are aware that there is a strict rule against tardiness – especially at meals – are you not?” Miss Debbs could ask the simplest question in an highly histrionic manner, as though the weight of worlds depended on the answer.

      Now Billie answered meekly:

      “Yes, Miss Debbs.”

      “Yet you deliberately enter this hall at five minutes past the hour?”

      Billie raised her eyes to meet the boring glance of the elocution teacher.

      “Not deliberately, Miss Debbs. We – I had an accident.”

      Miss Debbs brushed the excuse aside with a dramatic sweep of the hand.

      “Nevertheless, you admit that you were late?”

      Billie could scarcely hope to deny it in the face of all the evidence against her. Nevertheless, she repeated, meekly:

      “Yes, Miss Debbs.”

      “You will report to me promptly at ten o’clock to-morrow morning.”

      With another queenly gesture Miss Debbs pantomimed permission for Billie to be seated, of which tacit permission Billie immediately availed herself.

      Connie Danvers whispered viciously:

      “It isn’t fair! Laura and Vi were just as late as you.”

      “Debsy doesn’t like me,” whispered Billie, and her eyes twinkled. “She never has since the day I refused to use my hands when I recited ‘Lochinvar.’ I never could fling my hands about as she does. I’d feel a perfect fool.”

      “She’ll give you a discredit, sure,” worried Connie. “And you can’t afford too many, Billie, or you’ll be barred from tennis and rowing.”

      The words merely echoed the worry in Billie’s heart. To be barred from her beloved athletics was tragedy too dire to be considered. She knew, too, that a discredit beside her name so early in the term was enough to start her off “on the wrong foot.”

      While she was considering the advisability of taking the matter to Miss Walters, the wise and well-loved head of Three Towers Hall, she glanced up and met the gloating eyes of Amanda Peabody.

      “You think you’re smart,” the look seemed to say. “Yet here you are in bad at the very beginning of the term.”

      Amanda bent over and whispered something to Eliza Dilks. The two girls tittered and glanced sneeringly at Billie. Their enjoyment of her predicament was obvious, yet Billie continued to eat roast beef and the very excellent salad without appearing disconcerted in the least. It was this ability of hers to disguise her feelings that often infuriated Amanda and her toadying shadow to the point of open and indiscreet betrayal of their enmity toward Billie and her chums.

      One such occasion was this one. Amanda bent across the table toward Billie and said in a voice that was audible to every one:

      “Dare you to tell where you went this afternoon!”

      The gabble of voices settled into a momentary hush as the other girls regarded these ancient antagonists.

      Billie looked up and met the sneering gaze of Amanda Peabody with a smile.

      “I’ve not the slightest objection,” she answered calmly. “We went to gather goldenrod.”

      “Goldenrod!” ejaculated Amanda, with a titter. “That’s a good one!”

      “You might ask her where it is,” and Eliza Dilks nudged her crony with an oversharp elbow.

      “Where what is?” asked Billie.

      “The goldenrod. How much did you bring back with you?”

      Before Billie could reply there came a disturbance at the door. Innumerable pairs of bright, curious eyes were turned upon the fantastic figure in the doorway.

      Billie recognized the newcomer. It was Edina Tooker.

      CHAPTER VI

      BILLIE IS LOYAL

      Edina Tooker faced the battery of curious, amused glances like a thoroughbred. Even when a ripple of laughter ruffled the serene atmosphere of the room, she did not flinch nor cower. If anything, her back was held more stiffly erect, her head was flung back with a defiant gesture. Billie was reminded of an unbroken colt who feels the flick of the whip for the first time and is hurt and enraged by the pain even while he fails to understand the reason for his punishment.

      Billie was seized by an almost irresistible desire to go and range herself at this girl’s side, to beat down the ridicule that surged toward the defenseless stranger in a merciless tide.

      Edina Tooker wore a heavily pleated serge skirt, far too wide and too long to meet the demands of the prevailing fashion. Over this, accentuating her naturally bulky proportions, was a stiffly starched white shirtwaist, adorned by a flowing red tie.

      Her hair was naturally very thick and of that peculiar black which seems to hide a bluish tinge in its depths; but it was drawn back ruthlessly from her broad brow and round red face, drawn back so harshly that it pulled her heavy straight brows upward, giving an odd, almost diabolical, expression to her face.

      She wore “sensible” stockings that were very thick and durable and that served admirably to disguise the natural shapeliness of her limbs. On her feet were not shoes, but heavy boots that laced half-way up to her knees!

      Even Billie, sensible as she was to this strange girl’s suffering, resentful as she was of her friends’ amusement, knew Edina Tooker to be a figure of fun as she stood there in that assemblage of carefully cared for, tastefully yet simply dressed young people.

      “Why doesn’t she sit down?” thought Billie, in exasperation. “Why does she stand there and take the limelight? It’s idiotic!”

      The ripple of amusement continuing, Miss Debbs looked up from absorption in her meal and met the defiant gaze of Edina Tooker. Miss Debbs’ face grew red.

      “Another tardy one!” she exclaimed. “What do you mean, Edina Tooker, by reporting here at this late hour?”

      The girl’s face grew sullen. She scraped one clumsy boot over the other.

      “I couldn’t help it, Miss Debbs,” she said, in a voice scarcely audible. “I just come back.”

      “Came,” corrected

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