“Well, where is she?” he demanded impatiently.
Elizabeth Ann looked. Catherine wasn’t in sight yet. The road dipped behind a hill and you couldn’t see anyone coming up till he or she had almost reached the top. It was plain that Catherine didn’t intend to hurry.
“Get in,” said Dave curtly. “I can’t wait for Catherine—she never is willing to hurry.”
But he sounded his horn twice to let Catherine know he was there.
“Get in, Elizabeth Ann,” said Dave again. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Elizabeth Ann shook her head.
“I have to wait for Catherine,” she declared. “You go on without me.”
“Oh, Elizabeth Ann, you’ll be late for school,” cried Doris from her seat in the bus. “You know Miss Owen hates to have a tardy mark against the class.”
Tears came into Elizabeth Ann’s eyes, but she looked steadily at Dave.
“I can’t go and leave her,” she said.