“Oh, you little chump! You are starting to run away!”
“No, I’m not.”
“But you thought of it?”
“Oh, Jennie! I don’t see how I can stay here. Cora and Grace know everything.”
“I know it—nasty cats! But I’d face ’em. There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” declared Jennie. But she said it a little weakly. She knew that many of the girls would be just foolish enough to follow the lead of the Montgomery girl and Cora Rathmore.
“I—I’ve got to face ’em, I suppose,” murmured Nancy. “I just thought that I couldn’t run away.”
“Huh! why not?” asked her friend, curiously.
“Because Madame Schakael put me on my honor not to leave the Hall in recreation hours without permission.”
“Oh! goodness!” gasped Jennie. Then she burst out laughing, rocking herself to and fro, doubled up in the darkness of the hallway.
“What a delightful kid you are, Nance!” she cried, at last. “And you threw your handbag, all packed, out of the window?”