“It looks as if we were in for more snow, doesn’t it?”—and he pointed with his broom toward the sky.
“Honk! Honk!” sounded the bus horn and there was Dave, swinging open the wide door as he stopped.
“You go ahead, Doris,” said Elizabeth Ann hastily. “I have to wait for Catherine. We can walk. It’s mean to leave her here all alone.”
And without looking at Dave—because she was afraid he might say she must get into the bus, or even jump out and lift her in as he had done before—Elizabeth Ann turned and began to walk quickly down the road she had just come over.
She didn’t dare glance back, not even when the bus horn shrieked at her. That was Dave, of course, and very likely he was furious. Well, sighed Elizabeth Ann to herself, she didn’t want to be late for school, and the only reason that made her do this was because she could not—she simply could not—go away and leave that little black dot walking over the snow alone.
Presently she heard steps behind her and someone caught up with her. Elizabeth Ann turned in astonishment and saw that Roger Calendar was walking beside her.
“Why—why—you’ll miss the bus,” said Elizabeth Ann.
“I have missed it,” Roger replied. “You didn’t think I would get on it and leave you to walk all the way to town with a cross-patch like Catherine, did you?”
“She isn’t a cross-patch,” Elizabeth Ann protested, but not very firmly.