“Looking for Miss Alton?” she asked agreeably.
“Oh, no,” replied Pat. “The fact is, we are trying to (whisper) dodge her. But have you seen Jack Corday?”
“Why, no. She is away, is she not?”
“Was, but isn’t,” answered Pat. Gloria was not yet so familiar even with the amiable Miss Taylor as to join in the repartee.
“Oh, is she back?”
“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Gloria did say that. She felt obliged to say something, and she smiled audibly to heighten the effect.
“When you ought to be poring over your books. Well, I haven’t seen Jack and I’m in charge of the office,” announced Miss Taylor.
“Oh, is Alty away?” squealed Pat.
“Tem-por-air-i-ly!” Miss Taylor was not much more than a school girl herself.
“The berries!” cheered Pat. “Come along, Glo, and continue the hunt. If Jack is in Altmount we’ll find her! Let exams take care of themselves for a while,” and she dragged the willing Gloria along, out through the heavy doors, down the deserted path making straight for the gym.