“Has the bus gone?” she demanded. “Didn’t Dave wait for me?”
Roger kept still, so Elizabeth Ann had to explain again.
“He wouldn’t wait—that would make everyone late,” she said. “We’ll have to walk all the way and we’d better hurry.”
“I hate walking,” exclaimed Catherine petulantly, “and I hate to be late—Miss Owen makes such a silly fuss.”
She stood kicking a lump of snow with one foot while Elizabeth Ann stared at her anxiously and Roger looked at Elizabeth Ann with an I-told-you-so expression on his face.
But Catherine, had they known it, didn’t dare go home. Her daddy had refused to drive her to the bus again, because she wouldn’t get up when she was called to breakfast; Catherine knew that if she went home, she would only be sent to school again.
“All right, come on,” she said suddenly and began to walk so fast that Elizabeth Ann could scarcely keep up with her. Roger, being a boy, of course could walk faster than Catherine, but he kept step with Elizabeth Ann.
CHAPTER XIX
ROGER’S MISTAKE
Elizabeth Ann, running to keep up with Catherine, felt almost cheerful. No matter if they were late—Catherine was going to school. She wasn’t going to turn around and go home, as Roger has said she would.