“Why!” gasped Patricia. “How awful!”
A clock somewhere in the Hall struck the quarter hour.
“Oh, I’m going to be late,” cried Patricia, dashing into her room, seizing a couple of books, and running down the corridor. “Have to hear the rest later,” she called back to Jane.
“Pat!” cried Anne, catching hold of her at the door. “Have you seen the paper?”
“Yes, Jane just showed it to me.”
“Isn’t it exciting? All her jewelry, and a lot of money taken.”
“I’m late, Anne; let me go, please!” pulling away from the girl.
At the corner of Wentworth Street, Ruth caught up with her.
“Heard the news?” she panted.
“Yes, but can’t stop; most time for class.”