“Some,” returned his friend.
“She’s at the top of her class,” Jennie declared, proudly. “Oh, she has us all beaten, Scorch.”
“Sure,” he agreed. “I knowed how ’twould be. There ain’t nobody going to get the best of Miss Nancy.”
“Unless it’s that horrid Mr. Gordon,” suggested Jennie, bringing the conversation around to the subject uppermost in all their minds.
“Ha!” exclaimed Scorch, looking mysterious at once, and hitching his chair nearer to the girls. “Were you on to what I said in my letter?”
“About the gray man? Yes!” cried Jennie.
“Did you ever see him?” asked Scorch.
“I—I don’t know that I have,” said Nancy, slowly.
“He ain’t been snooping around that school?”
“Why, I haven’t noticed anybody like that.”