If Eleanor had taken Kate's advice and indulged in a little calm reflection, she would have realized how absolutely reasonless was her anger against Betty Wales. Betty had been told of the official objections which made it necessary for Eleanor to be withdrawn from the debate. Her action, then, had been wholly proper and perfectly friendly. But Eleanor was in no mood for reflection. A wild burst of passion held her firmly in its grasp. She hated everybody and everything in Harding--the faculty who had made such a commotion about two little low grades--for Eleanor had come surprisingly near to clearing her record at mid-years,--Jean, who had stupidly brought all this extra annoyance upon her; the class, who were glad to get rid of her, Betty, who--yes, Jean had been right about one thing--Betty, who had taken advantage of a friend's misfortune to curry favor for herself. They were all leagued against her. But--here the Watson pride suddenly asserted itself--they should never know that she cared, never guess that they had hurt her.