“What’s the matter, Sis?” he demanded. “Who’s been picking on you now?”
“Sh! Nobody. Nan and Bess and Laura wouldn’t let them,” his sister confessed. “But it’s Nan—in such trouble!”
She related what she knew of the circumstances, and Walter was deeply impressed by the story.
“Go ahead and get Nan, and we’ll take a little spin,” suggested the boy.
While his sister ran to ask permission, and to find Nan, Linda Riggs came along and stopped, as always, to speak to Walter.
“How is it you never take us girls to ride any more, as you used to last term?” asked the rich girl, smiling winningly on Walter.
“I—I don’t have much time,” stammered the boy, awkwardly. “Tutors, you know, and all that. Awfully busy.”
“Yes—you—are!” laughed Cora, who was with her friend. “We see you on the roads, flying by.”
Just then Grace appeared.
“Here we are, Walter!” she cried. “We’re all ready.”