As she started up Chapel Hill to her home she was joined by one of the sophomore girls, who lived across the street.
"Your plebes are getting away from you, Miriam," exclaimed the older girl in a bantering tone.

"You haven't got them well in hand yet.
Nutting parties should be left behind for the Grammar School pupils." "They certainly should," replied Miriam in a disgusted tone.

"It's Grace Harlowe who gets up all these foolish children's games.

She's nothing but a tomboy, anyhow." "She's the captain of the basketball team, isn't she ?" asked the other dryly.
"Yes," admitted Miriam reluctantly, "but she never would have been if she hadn't brought along all her friends to vote for her." "Whew-w-w!" whistled the sophomore.

"You don't mean to say it wasn't a fair election ?" "Oh, fair enough," said Miriam, "except that I didn't bother to bring any of my special friends, and she did.