“Want some more money for your vacation? Those Bruce people must be very fond of you to keep you so long for nothing.”
“They are very kind.”
“There is money here for you if you want it,” said the lawyer, carelessly. “You want nothing?”
“I—I’d like to see Miss Trigg again. She was kind to me—in her way.”
“Who is Miss Trigg?” he demanded.
Nancy explained. He reached into his pocket, selected some bills, and gave her more money than she had ever had at one time before.
“Go on back there to Malden and see your old teacher, if you like. Take the Bruce girl with you. Now, good-bye. I’m busy.”
He was just as brusk and as brief of speech as he had been before. Nancy went away, again deeply disappointed. But she and Jennie went to Malden that week and visited Miss Trigg at Higbee School. Miss Prentice was with a party visiting the Yosemite; but poor Miss Trigg never got away from the Endowment.
The good, wooden, middle-aged woman was really glad to see the girl who had spent so many tedious summer vacations in her care. She tried to be tender and affectionate to Nancy; but the poor lady didn’t know how.
The girls had a nice time about Malden, however. Nancy took her chum to the millpond, where the water-lilies grew, and showed her where Bob Endress had come so near being drowned in the millrace.