"Heavens! child, what's the matter with your arm?"
The brown eyes clouded. Tess swept her jacket over the marks, and muttered,
"It ain't nothin'. I scratched it on some thorns."
Professor Young leaned forward, and tilted the little chin upward. Still the eyes remained upon the floor.
"Tess!" he pleaded. "Tess! Are you telling me the truth?"
"Nope; I's lyin' to ye."
She tossed her head up angrily.
"I had a damn good lickin'," she finished.
Young sprang forward, and grasped her arm.