“Do you know, Nan Sherwood,” she cried, “that we’ve got a real, live heroine aboard this train?”
“Goodness!” exclaimed Nan. “What’s she done?”
“They say she saved another girl’s life back there where we stopped to take on the new car.”
“At the Junction?” murmured Nan.
“Yes.”
“Oh!” whispered her chum, and immediately became silent.
“My goodness!” ejaculated Bess. “I never saw such a girl. Aren’t you interested at all?”
“I—I don’t know,” her chum replied in a very small voice.
“I wonder at you, Nan Sherwood!” cried Bess, at last, after staring at Nan for some moments.
“Why?”