“But my money!” wailed Miette, “they have it all!”
“Perhaps it is all safely put away for you,” replied Mrs. Pangborn. “You must not be too quick to judge.”
“But they made me work, and I knew it was my money that bought all the new things.”
“Well, my dear, you must try now to be calm, and we will attend to all your troubles at once. I am sorry you did not trust me before—”
“But I dared not tell,” insisted Miette. “My aunt particularly said I should go to some awful place if I told. And that is why I should not have written the note to Marie. But I do so love Marie.”
When Miette left the office Dorothy stayed to speak alone with Mrs. Pangborn.
“I would like,” said Dorothy, “to take a little trip down to North Birchland. I need to see my aunt about—”
“The funny little boy,” interrupted the president of Glenwood. “Well, I do think he is a queer chap, and only for your recommendation I should be quite afraid to have him around Glenwood,” said Mrs. Pangborn good-naturedly.
“Then you haven’t seen—”
“Oh, indeed, I have, but I must still call him a queer little chap,” went on the president. “I think the disguise rather clever, but of course it was dangerous.”