"No, I don't."
"If you weren't told so publicly as we were to come here, you'll find that he knows all about your being in it," said Eva.
"And that will amount to the same thing in the end, Mary Breeze," groaned Agnes.
"I don't know at all what you are talking about," cried Miss Breeze, tossing her head, and trying to bolster up her own waning courage.
"If you don't know now, you'll never learn, Mary," laughed Myra Stetson. "We are all in the same boat."
"You bet we are!" added the slangy Eva.
"Every girl here was on that car that day coming from Fleeting," announced Agnes, after a moment, having counted noses. "You were in the crowd, Mary."
"What day coming from Fleeting?" snapped the girl, who tried to "bluff," as Neale O'Neil would have termed it.
"The time the car broke down," cried another. "Oh, I remember!"
"Of course you do. So does Mary," Eva said. "We were all in it."