"
"Was I? And now I'm a monitress!"
"It makes all the difference when you're in authority, and have some
stake in the school."
This chance remark set Merle thinking, and she thought to some purpose.
Her natural disposition was always to obtain results by blunt, matter-of-
fact methods. In school her policy was, 'Come along with you now, I'm not
going to have any nonsense!' Backed by her position, her strong
personality, and her prowess at games it succeeded. But here in the
hostel, if she wished to effect any improvements, she must go about it
another way. The old fable of the wind and the sun would apply, school
breezes would be useless, and she must switch on the love-radiator and
try smiling.
"I believe I _was_ rather a terror at twelve," she acknowledged to
herself. "It's such a tiresome age; you're no longer a pet lamb, and yet
you're not a senior. You get all the snubs and none of the kisses. I used
to long to do a little bossing on my own, instead of trailing like a
comet's tail after the big girls.
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