"I'll tell you to-morrow just how to find it, but we can't stop now. There isn't time."
"Late!" cried Valerie. "I guess you two are late. We think we have to hurry to get to Glenmore on time, and you are going away from school every minute. Why don't you go to the well, if you want to, to-morrow."
Arabella thought that they ought to turn back, but Patricia seized her hand, and the two commenced to run.
"They'll be a half-hour late," said Valerie, looking after the flying figures.
"And 'The Fender' will be waiting for a chance to scold them when they come in," said Betty.
As they pushed the gate open, they saw a little figure disappearing around the corner of the house.
"That was Ida Mayo," said Valerie.
"I didn't see her face. Are you sure it was Ida?" Betty asked.
"Oh, it was Ida," Valerie answered, "and I do wonder why she stays in her room all the time. If she happens to come down when the girls are out, she runs, the moment she sees any of us coming."
"It's a long time ago that she was sick," Betty replied, "but she must be all right by this time. I wonder why she ran when she saw us? We don't know her well enough to stop her to talk. She's bigger than we are, and she's three classes above us."