“Oh! It’s only a boy,” said the girl, in a tone of disgust. “What do you want here?”
“I—I was trying to get in,” murmured Purt.
“What for? Isn’t this the girls’ entrance? They told me it was.”
Then Purt knew that she did not belong at Central High. Indeed, she was a different kind of girl from any the youth had ever met.
“Who are you, and what do you want?” asked Purt, plucking up courage. “I guess you don’t go to Central High.”
“I never went to any school—not like this, anyway.”
“But what do you want here? I—I left something in the building and wanted to get back and find it,” stammered Purt.
“I was waiting to see those girls,” said the stranger.
“What girls?” demanded the boy, in a panic again.
“Some that I know. I waited and watched down by that place where they play——”