Her face was scarlet, and if the freckles had disappeared, it was because they had taken the skin with them when they went!
For a moment she stood as if rooted to the spot, then realizing that some restless pupil might be up and chance to see her from the window, she turned and ran at top speed toward the house. The big door stood open as she had left it, and she raced across the hall and up the stairway, entering her room just as footsteps echoed along the hall.
She closed the door and sat down.
"Why did I see that horrid old advertisement?" she exclaimed. Her smarting, burning cheeks were enough to bear, but worse than that was the thought that she would be compelled to appear in the class-room.
How the girls would stare at her! What would they say among themselves?
"Oh, what a fright!" she cried.—[Page 73.]
Vera believed herself to be the only girl at Glenmore who had even the slightest reason for worrying. Ida Mayo possessed the same idea.