“Of course she is,” said Roger. “She’ll be as cross as two sticks because she has missed the bus. She’ll probably blame you for her bad luck. And she may not go to school at all and then you’ll be sorry you ever waited for her.”
Elizabeth Ann said nothing.
“Catherine Gould wouldn’t wait for you, and don’t you ever expect it of her,” said Roger, who didn’t feel any too cheerful about the tardy mark he knew would be placed against his name.
“Why Roger Calendar, yes she would, too!” Elizabeth Ann retorted. “I guess Catherine would wait for me, if she saw me coming and she knew the bus wouldn’t wait. Of course she would.”
Roger thought it wiser not to argue that question.
“Dave was as mad as mad could be,” he said significantly. “He said his patience was—was exhausted.”
They met Catherine at that moment and Elizabeth Ann had no time to think about Dave.
“Hello, where are you going?” asked Catherine, looking at Elizabeth Ann and Roger in evident surprise.
“We’re waiting for you,” Elizabeth Ann explained. “We saw you coming and we didn’t want to go on without you.”
Catherine stopped short in the snow.