“Nice time we’ll have finding her sometimes, to get permission,” murmured Hazel to Betty.
“Must be dreadfully upset, or she’d never lay Clarice out like that,” was Anne’s comment to Patricia.
“There will be an investigation made,” continued Mrs. Vincent. “Dean Walters is very much disturbed. Morton College has recently had a regular epidemic of fires of late, all apparently incendiary; and she—”
“Mrs. Vincent,” interrupted Mary, “Norman Young is at the front door and wants to see you.”
The chaperon hurried out, and, quite shamelessly, the girls kept quiet enough to hear what was said in the hall.
“Mrs. Brock sent me over to inquire how much damage had been done, and especially if anyone was injured,” said Norman. “If necessary, she would accommodate three or four of the girls tonight.”
“Tell Mrs. Brock that I am very grateful for her offer,” replied Mrs. Vincent, “but no one was harmed; and since the damage was confined principally to one room, we shall be able to manage quite nicely without sending anyone out.”
“Ah—” exclaimed Hazel, disappointedly.
“What are you ah-ing for?” demanded Katharine. “We’d be the ones to go.”
“Did you lose much of your stuff?” asked Patricia, putting her arm around Frances, whose face still showed traces of tears.