Marjorie Dean, High-School Senior

[...]not because of social position or any such foolishness. You really mustn't mind Mignon. She has been-well-brought up rather differently from the rest of us. We--" Marjorie stopped in confusion. "There are some things I can't explain," she went on slowly. "It seems rather queer in me to ask you to like Mignon, but if you will try to think of her as kindly as you can, it will help her a great deal. I'm afraid that's not very clear," she concluded in embarrassment. "I think I understand," nodded Veronica. A shade of the peculiar smile that Marjorie had noted on first sight of her at Miss Archer's flickered briefly about her mobile lips. "After all, I am here for study. Under the circumstances I can't really expect to take much part in the social side of high school. I have had so many--" She suddenly ceased speaking, with a little catch of breath. "Oh, you must come to my home to see me and come to my parties, too," put in Marjorie quickly. "I wish you to meet my mother and father. I call them General and Captain. I am a Lieutenant. So is Connie Stevens. We all belong to a little army of our own. It's a game a friend of[...].