“Ah! Then I presume it is all right. But to go to Cincinnati at night—there is a train in an hour——”
“Dear Madame Schakael!” cried Jennie. “Let me go with her. I’ll take care of her.”
“She’s better able to take care of you, I think, Miss Flyaway,” observed the Madame, with a smile.
“We’ll take care of each other, then,” said Jennie, promptly. “I’ll wire my father, or my brother John. They’ll come in to the city to meet us to-morrow morning.”
“That may be a good way to handle the matter,” said the principal, accepting Jennie’s suggestion with relief. “Miss Nelson should go at once, I believe. I’ll ’phone Samuel at the stables and have him here at the door with the light cart before you girls can possibly get ready. Each of you pack a bag—and pack sensibly. Be off with you!” commanded the little woman, handling the matter with her customary energy, once her decision was made.
Nancy and Jennie ran up to their room once more. The whole house was still now, especially on the junior floor.
Only they thought they saw Cora Rathmore’s door ajar.
“That’s the nasty cat who told!” hissed Jennie, as she and her chum began to dress.
“Never mind. We won’t do it again, Jennie. We were wrong.”
“I suppose we were. But, Nance!”