But here was her chance, if she was going to do it—and it might be her only one. One of the girls was giving a whispered and funny recitation, and the girls were doubled up with laughter, fairly holding on to themselves to keep from making a noise.
The look in Rose's eyes hardened. She forsook her post
CHAPTER XV
A PLOT FAILS
Caroline Brant had been watching from behind a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles, although nobody, not even Rose, could have told it.
She had seen Rose glance into the room, had noticed how queerly she had looked at Billie, and now, as Rose started across the corridor, Caroline was at her heels, quick as a cat.
It was not till Rose's hand was on the knob of the door across the hall that Caroline spoke.
All she said was, "Where are you going?" in a quiet little whisper, but Rose whirled upon her fiercely.
"You're following me," she cried, almost forgetting to whisper in her fury. "What do you mean?"