“Pshaw!” laughed Nan. “You’re always crazy after the styles. I don’t wish to see her again, I assure you.”
“I never saw such a girl as you,” complained her chum. “You’re as bold as a lion about some things and as meek as a mouse about others.”
Nan’s ready laugh was her only reply to this. She had begun to feel better. The sting of her encounter with the unkind and vulgar girl was soothed. She did not mind now the curious glances of those passengers from the chair-car who were within the limit of her view.
But Bess considered that one person’s interest in her and her chum was distasteful. She whispered to Nan.
“Do you see that old, goggle-eyed gentleman staring at us, Nan? I declare! Are we a pair of freaks?”
“Perhaps he thinks so,” chuckled Nan.
“He’s awfully impolite.”
Nan smiled frankly at the observant passenger across the aisle.
“Why, Nancy!” gasped Bess.
“He was kind to me. Professor Krenner is his name. I heard that girl call him so.”