“Maybe, there’s no sayin’, I wasn’t born stupid, thank the Lord; I’m sure if I was I’d be dazed enough since I came to this cold land. There, don’t talk to me any more if it’s against the rules; let me ate me bit of food or I won’t have strength to nourish me brain.”
The girls finished the rest of the meal in silence, the Dodds kept glancing across at Peggy and then at The Imp, then at one another, and finally at Sophia Marshall, who could not exactly make out what was happening. As the girls, however, filed afterwards into the great central schoolroom, where each class could be quite undisturbed by the voices of the other class—so immense was the room—Grace Dodd fell back and took Sophia’s arm.
“Sophy, will you do something for us?”
“If I can.”
“You know the back playground?”
“The field where we have hockey in the winter? Of course I know it.”
“Will you meet Kitty and Anne and me there to-day at recess? Will you come there without fail, and don’t let anybody else come—come alone, will you? Peggy is to be there too. We want to have a little secret confab. You understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“You are on our side?”
“I suppose so.”