She had a nervous feeling that if she turned to leave her, Arabella might snatch at her, and draw her back. She certainly did look odd.
There was something catlike in the way in which she kept her eyes riveted upon Floretta.
She looked as if, at any moment, she might spring at her!
She was not thinking of doing anything of the sort, however.
The truth was that she did feel just a bit queer.
Was it the three kinds of pills? She could not tell, but she began to feel as if she would be glad if she were at home.
"I guess I'll go now," she said. "I think it must be time."
"What time did your Aunt Matilda tell you to come home?" Floretta asked.
"She said I could stay to dinner if Dorothy asked me, but she doesn't come home, so I guess I won't wait."
"Go to dinner at the Cleverton in that plaid gingham!" thought Floretta, for she had seen the plain little frock beneath the raincoat.