CHAPTER XXX
WHAT THE ECHO MIGHT HAVE HEARD
"What's your hurry, Janice?" demanded the young teacher, coming to her side, smiling. Then he saw her wet lashes and exclaimed: "My dear girl! you are crying?"
"Not—not now," said Janice, shaking her head and her voice catching a little as she spoke.
"Tell me what is the matter?" begged Nelson. "Who's hurt you?"
"They're not those sort of tears, Nelson!" she cried, with a quivering little smile. "Oh, I ought to be just the very happiest girl alive!"
"And in tears?"
"Tears of joy, I tell you," she declared.
"Not weeping over the lost motor car, then?"