“Is this Miss Baldwin, Molly?” asked the lady.
“Yes, Miss Carroll,” Jolly Molly said. “She is my new chum.”
“Yes? She is to occupy Eighty. I hope we shall have only good reports this half from Eighty and Eighty-one.”
“My goodness!” whispered Molly to Beth. “It’s fairly uncanny the way they seem to expect bad reports from us! Madam hinted at it. I don’t see how they all came to have such a doubtful opinion of you, Bethesda Elizabeth!”
“Of me?” gasped the new girl.
“Why—yes—of course. They know me,” said Molly, demurely.
Beth laughed. She was sure her new chum had not a spark of real wickedness in her. But Molly Granger was full of mischief. Beth now asked about Miss Carroll.
“Oh, she’s math and Eng—and an awfully nice sort, too.”
“‘Math’ and ‘Eng?’” repeated Beth, laughing. “Is that her religion and politics?”
“No. What she teaches. Mathematics and English.”