"It would be a great shame, there is no doubt of that," answered the girl from the ranch.
When the pair entered the bungalow they found that Jessie had gone to her room. She was lying on a couch, and though the light was dim, Laura could see quite plainly that her friend had been crying.
"You poor dear!" said Dave's sister, going up and placing her hand on Jessie's forehead. "Is your headache worse?"
"Not much, Laura," was the answer. Jessie turned over with her face toward the wall. "I just want to be left alone awhile, and then I'll be all right."
"Don't you want me to get you anything at all?"
"No. Just leave me alone, that's all."
Laura stood by the side of the couch for a moment. She was on the point of speaking again. She wanted very much to relieve her mind, but concluded that it might not be a wise thing to do. She tiptoed to the doorway, where she encountered Belle, and both walked to another part of the bungalow.
"And do you really think it was a headache, Laura?" whispered Belle, when the two were safe out of earshot of any of the others.
"She may have a headache, but I think it is more than that," was the reply from Dave's sister. "Oh, Belle, if matters are as you think they are, what in the world are we going to do?"
"I don't know of anything to do, Laura. I don't believe it would be a wise thing to say anything to Jessie."