"Yes. I'll tell that you broke your parole."
"But I never gave it."
"Oh, that is only begging the question, Kitty. Miss Sherrard understood that you had given it. When you came here you broke it. You'll get into a terrible scrape."
"And you spoke to me, Elma; so you too will get into a scrape."
Kitty's tears stopped like summer rain, and a flash of sunshine flew across her charming face.
"Poor Elma, you will be in hot water too," she said. "What a muddle everything is in."
"You see, Kitty, we must cling together, for we are both in the same boat. I'll do my utmost to get you that money. I am sure I can manage somehow. But you must not tell."
"All right. I'll keep the secret until after school to-morrow. Good-by,
Elma."
She left the house, and Elma returned to Carrie.
"Who were you talking to all that time?" exclaimed Carrie.