“Did the Rankin relent?”
“I don’t know.”
“Elizabeth, what have you been doing?”
“I couldn’t stay—not to-day, Alec, I just couldn’t!”
Alec whistled. “I’m mighty afraid there’ll be something doing to-morrow, Elizabeth.”
Blue Bonnet rose. “Of course, I intend to explain to Miss Rankin. Come, Solomon, we must go in.”
At the meadow gate, she halted. “Coming in, Alec?”
“Can’t,” he answered; “I’ve a compo on hand.”
Blue Bonnet studied hard that evening. She meant to have good lessons on the morrow; she would go to Miss Rankin the first thing in the morning.
Unfortunately, she was a little late the next morning; her explanation would have to wait. And then, the moment the opening exercises were over, and the class-room doors closed, Miss Rankin turned to her.