“To think that Amanda should try to get away with a thing like that!” said Laura, disgustedly.
“She might have, just the same,” Connie reminded her. “It was just luck that Miss Arbuckle happened to have that book.”
“My, but I bet you’re happy, Billie Bradley!” sighed Vi. “I shouldn’t let anybody speak to me if I were in your place.”
“What’s the matter, honey?” asked Laura, regarding Billie’s sober face curiously. “I say, cheer up, old dear. What have you got to gloom about?”
“I was just thinking about Amanda,” said Billie, with all her sweet sympathy for the unfortunate. “I was wondering how it would feel to be in her shoes now.”
“Out, out upon such doleful thoughts,” Laura sang out airily. But Billie, who had turned toward the window, suddenly clutched her by the arm.
“Look!” she said, excitedly. “There’s Nick Budd!”
CHAPTER XXIV—TRIUMPH
Before her classmates knew what she was about or had fairly taken in what she had said, Billie had darted from the room and was flying toward the dormitory.
“She’s crazy again,” cried Vi. “Come on,” and she and Laura and Connie flew after her, overtaking her as she reached the stairs.