They rounded the corner of the station just as a pair of slowly-moving horses attached to a big, lurching omnibus, were starting forward. The man driving them leaned down from the seat, speaking to somebody inside the ’bus.
“Sure there ain’t no more of you to-night, Miss?” he asked. “Dr. Prescott said——”
“I know there’s no more of me, Charley,” Miss Linda Riggs’ voice interrupted tartly. “And if you don’t hurry along you won’t get your usual tip, I can tell you that!”
“Oh!” murmured Bess, hanging back.
“She’s trying to run away with the school ’bus,” declared Nan, in some anger. “Now, she sha’n’t do that, Bess!”
“Let her go,” begged Bess. “I don’t want to ride with her.”
“Pshaw! I’m not dying for her company, either,” Nan confessed. “But I want to get up to that Hall to-night.”
The omnibus had completely turned around, heading away from the station.
“Hi, there!” cried Nan.
“Drive on, Charley,” commanded Linda Riggs, loudly.