“Oh!”
“But that wouldn’t make any difference,” declared the fun-loving girl, with a smile. “I’m not afraid of boys; they don’t bite.”
“He’s a real nice boy, I believe,” said Nancy.
“So they all say.”
“And he’d understand, I am sure,” continued Nancy. “If he was only warned what harm his telling might do me——”
“Leave it to me!” cried Jennie. “I’ll skate with him to-morrow—if he’s on the ice.”
Nancy’s life in the school was made far more miserable now by Cora Rathmore and her friends. All these girls, who had enjoyed the spread bought with Nancy’s money, but who had been punished by the principal, were determined to look upon Nancy as guilty of “telling on them.”
Nor did they give her any chance to answer the charge. Cora would not even speak to her in their room. If any of the other girls came in, Cora said:
“Oh, come over to your room. We can’t talk here, where there is a telltale around.”
This was said at Nancy; but none of them actually addressed her. Besides, Cora began to hint that she knew something against Nancy that she was keeping in reserve.