“I wager it’s Miss Crouch,” jolly Molly said, but nobody would have recognized her voice.
“Is that you, Phoebe Mills?”
“No. It’s Phoebe’s sister,” said Molly, solemnly. “Don’t try to catch me, honey!”
“Well, if Miss Crouch is on watch or not, I dare you to look,” giggled the inquisitive girl.
“Not me,” declared Molly, shaking her head vigorously. “Get that crazy Molly Granger to run and look.”
“I’m looking for her,” admitted the other girl, going away from the chums.
Molly giggled. “What a chance! That was Izola Pratt, I believe. She’s a ‘Me too.’”
“You mean one of Maude’s friends?”
“Just so,” said Molly, nodding. “I wonder why they are all trying to identify us? Maybe Princess Fancyfoot has some scheme up her sleeve.”
“You don’t mean that she would report us to the teachers?” asked Beth, in some alarm.