“You don’t seem at all interested. And this girl was awfully brave. Linda says she ought to have a purse of money given her—or a Carnegie medal—or something. Linda says——”
“Linda?” repeated Nan, in wonder.
“Why, yes,” Bess said. “She’s not at all a bad girl—nothing at all like what you said she was.”
“I said she was, Bess?” asked Nan, gently.
“Well! you don’t like her,” flared up Bess.
“I certainly do not,” confessed Nan.
“You’re prejudiced,” pouted her chum.
“I certainly am prejudiced against anybody who calls me a thief,” Nan declared firmly. “And so would you be, Bess.”
“But she didn’t know you, Nan.”
“And I wish never to know her,” said Nan, with spirit.