She threatened to burst into another flood, and Neale tried to head the tears off by saying:
"Don't cry again, Aggie. Oh, don't! If you won't cry I'll try to find some way of getting you out of the scrape."
"You—you can't, Neale O'Neil!"
"We—ell, I can try."
"And I wouldn't want to get out of it myself unless the other girls escaped punishment, too."
"You're a good little sport, Aggie. I always said so," Neale declared, admiringly. "Say, that reminds me!" he added, suddenly. "Were all the girls up before Mr. Marks?"
"All who went over to Fleeting that day, do you mean?"
"Yes. All that were in that car that broke down."
"Why—yes—I think so."
"Huh!" grunted Neale, thoughtfully.