“If I get violent it will be because you two show such little natural curiosity, Bernice Westover,” Arden retorted testily. “When you hear what I saw——”
“How can we hear what you saw?” mocked Sim.
“Oh—you——” began Arden, really provoked now.
“All right, my dear.” Terry held open the main entrance door and motioned the other two out ahead of her. “If anyone wonders why we are going out when the supper bell has almost rung, we can say we want a breath of fresh air for an appetite.”
“As if anyone who knows the feed here would believe that!” mocked Sim.
But in spite of the banter, Arden finally herded her chums down to the cinder path in front of the dormitory building.
“Come along a little farther,” she urged. “No one must hear!”
Terry and Sim followed, now really convinced that Arden had something of moment to impart to them. She looked around half in caution, half in fear. When they were some distance from the main entrance and shrouded in the fog, Arden said in a low voice:
“I was just over to the station——”
“You were!” interrupted Sim. “Why, Arden Blake! If you were seen, it’ll be just too bad! What if Tiddy finds out?”