None of them spoke to her. All of a sudden they had dropped her again and she was just as friendless as she had been before Cora Rathmore suggested the secret supper.
When she went back to Number 30, however, Cora followed her.
“Now, I want to know just what you mean to do, Miss?” she said, standing inside the door and scowling at Nancy.
“What about?”
“About the supper to-night.”
“You certainly don’t need me at the supper,” observed Nancy, quietly.
“I should hope not! But we don’t propose to have you run to the teachers and give our secrets away.”
Nancy started up from her chair and advanced a step toward her tormentor. She really had it in her mind to box Cora’s ears—and the black-eyed girl knew it.
“Don’t you dare touch me!” she cried, shrinking back.
“Then don’t you dare suggest that I’d be a telltale,” warned Nancy. “I leave that to you.”