“Glad to see you, Molly; where is Jessie?”
“Jessie is practising hockey.”
“I should like to see Jessie as well as you, Molly; tell her to come at once.”
“I will, Mrs. Fleming.” The girl withdrew.
A little frown came between Mrs. Fleming’s brows. “I sent for them both,” she said to herself, “and Jessie disobeys me. This will never do.”
Two or three minutes later both the girls came in. Jessie was in her hockey costume, and looked very handsome. The colour was high in her cheeks, and her long, soft fair hair was tumbled partly over her face, partly over her neck and shoulders.
“I am sorry to interrupt your game, Jessie.”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter at all, Mrs. Fleming.”
“Sit down, both of you; I want to have a little chat with you.”
The girls seated themselves.