“Why!” gasped her chum, in much confusion, “I hope they won’t do anything like that.”
“Like what?” queried Bess, in amazement.
“Bother her with any memorial—or whatever you call it—about what she did.”
“Why, Nan!”
“Well——”
“You—you are perfectly horrid!” her chum declared. “She’s a heroine! Think of it! We ought to do something for her, Linda says.”
“We ought to let her alone,” Nan declared vigorously.
“I—I never knew you to speak so, Nan,” gasped Bess. “This brave girl——”
“How do you know she’s brave?” snapped Nan, who was really getting cross. “She probably was scared half to death.”
“Why! she’s a heroine,” declared Bess again.