“But perhaps whoever she knows there won’t know you.”
“But they’ll learn about Higbee School, and then they can trace me to it. I know if anybody wrote to Miss Prentice she’d tell all about me. She’d think it her duty.”
“Mean old thing!” declared Jennie.
“Oh, Jennie! it’s going to be awful hard,” said poor Nancy. “You’d better not be too friendly with me. The girls are all bound to look down on me.”
“Don’t be so foolish! Of course they won’t.”
But Nancy shook her head. She had been all through the same trouble so many times before. With every incoming class of new girls at Higbee School it had been the same. She had been “the girl of mystery.”
“If you could only make that old lawyer tell the truth about you, Nance!” exclaimed Jennie.
“But perhaps he is telling the truth.”
“Not much, he isn’t.”
“Why, you’re as bad as Scorch O’Brien,” declared Nancy, with half a smile.