The Rudiments of Grammar for the English-Saxon Tongue by Elizabeth Elstob


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Page 48

She felt that if she stayed a minute longer she would tell her friends the
good news and spoil her surprise.

"What makes Grace act so queerly to-day?" said Jessica. "I believe she
knows something and won't tell us."

"I'll make her tell it," said Nora, and ran after Grace. But just then the
gong sounded and recess was over.

As soon as school was dismissed for the day, the entire sophomore class
crowded into the locker-room. They were curious to know what was in the
wind. Every member was present, and Grace felt a secret satisfaction when
Miriam Nesbit, looking rather bored, sauntered in.

There was a confused murmur of voices. The girls chattered gayly to each
other, as they waited for some one to call the meeting to order. When
Grace left the corner where she had been standing with her three friends,
and stood facing her classmates, the talking instantly ceased.

"Girls," she said, "I suppose you wonder who called this meeting, and why
it was called? I wrote the notice you all read this morning. I have
something to tell you which I hope you will be glad to hear."

"At the beginning of the school year, some things happened that caused
unpleasant suspicions to rest upon a member of our class. You all know who
I mean. It has caused her and her friends a great deal of unhappiness, and
I am glad to be able at last to bring you the proof that she has been
misjudged."

Grace paused and looked about her. She noted that Miriam had turned very
pale.

"Just as I suspected," thought Grace, "she really did have a hand in that
signal affair."

Then she continued.

"A few days ago I had occasion to call upon the junior captain, Miss
Crosby. While there, she assured me that the juniors did receive our
signals, but that Miss Pierson had absolutely nothing to do with the
matter. I was not sure that you would care to take my word, alone, for
this"--Grace couldn't resist this one tiny thrust--"so she very kindly
gave me the assurance in writing, signed by herself."

Grace then unfolded the paper and in a clear voice read Julia's statement.

There was not a sound in the room. Grace stood waiting. She had done her
part, the rest lay with her classmates.

Nora and Jessica had their arms around Anne, who had begun to cry quietly.
The relief was so great that it had unnerved her. Then Marian Barber
sprang to Grace's side and seized her by the hand.

"Listen, girls," she cried, "I want to acknowledge for the second time
that I am heartily ashamed of myself. We have all been nasty and
suspicious toward Anne. We never gave her a chance to defend herself, we
just went ahead and behaved like a lot of silly children. I am sorry for
anything I have ever said about her, and I want to tell you right here
that I consider Grace Harlowe the ideal type of High School girl. I only
wish I were half as noble and courageous. I suppose you all wonder why
Grace went to see Julia Crosby. Well I'll tell you. I found out about it
from Julia's sister this morning."

"Oh Marian, please don't," begged Grace, rosy with confusion.

But the girls cried in chorus, "Tell us, Marian! Don't mind Grace!"

When Marian had finished many of the girls were in tears. They crowded
around Anne and Grace vying with each other in trying to show their good
will. Then Eva Allen proposed three cheers for Grace and Anne.

They were given with a will. The noise of the ovation bringing one of the
teachers to the door with the severe injunction, "Young ladies please
contain yourselves. There is too much noise here."

The girls dispersed by twos and threes, until Marian Barber and the chums
were the only ones left.

"I have a motto," said Marian, "that I shall bring here to-morrow and hang
in the locker-room. If I had paid more attention to it it would have been
better for me."

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