Ruth fairly giggled at that—she couldn't help it.
"Well, don't you be nasty about it," she said. "You are a dreadfully foolish boy—"
"What do you know about me?" he gasped, turning to look at her finally with frightened eyes.
"I know that running away isn't going to help you," Ruth Fielding said, with returning gravity.
"You think that man—that Cameron man—will take me back?"
"Back where?"
"To—to Scarboro?"
"I don't know."
"I tell you I won't go," the boy cried. "I won't go."
"But we're all going up there this very day," said Ruth, slowly. "Mr. Cameron, and Helen and Tom, and some other girls and boys. I'm going, too—"