"Four rooms against four rooms," said Perry. "The girls' rooms have the most votes. They're going to control this election."
"Why shouldn't they, if they have the most votes?"
"But 'Nimble-feet' Merritt is chairman of the Safety Committee."
There was something in the way the sentence was said that brought Praska's brows together in a frown. Plainly his friend was hinting at something queer—but he could not follow him. "What of that?" he asked at last.
"Oh, you ninny," Perry said pityingly. "Can't you see what's going to happen? By and by some of the girls will leave their lockers open for the third time. Their things will be brought down to the committee room. And what will 'Nimble-feet' do? Will he make them toe the mark? He will not. He'll apologize to them for making them come down and they'll go away figuring that he's just the nicest fellow in Northfield. What chance will you have against that?"
Praska's face was grave. "You mean Merritt will use the Safety Committee as part of his campaign?"
"No; no." Perry was impatient. "He won't be able to do anything else. It's his way. He always gushes over a girl. And members of the
