“Indeed I will!” assented Miette. “But what time must we start?” she asked, all eager for the journey.
“On the ten o’clock train. You see, I have to bring back with me the other girl—she whom we found in the woods.”
“And she is a girl? I thought so. I saw her yesterday in girl’s clothes—”
“We must not talk about that now,” interrupted Dorothy. “I have to do a great deal for her before we start. And I am trembling lest Mrs. Pangborn might change her mind—think it all too risky.”
At this Dorothy was gone, and Miette began to make ready for the trip.
And Dorothy was right—Mrs. Pangborn was apt to change her mind: in fact, a call for Dorothy to come to the office directly after breakfast confirmed her suspicion.
“I am almost afraid, Dorothy,” said the president of Glenwood, in the after-breakfast interview, “that I was rather too hasty in agreeing with you that you should take the trip to the Cedars. I would not mind you going alone, or even taking Miette. But this gypsy girl—I don’t quite like all that.”
“But, Mrs. Pangborn,” pleaded Dorothy, “I am perfectly safe. And if I do not take her back I am afraid some officer may find her—”
“But if she is such an unruly girl—”
“Indeed, she is not,” declared Dorothy. “Urania has never done anything really wrong. I have known her for a long time, and she has done many good turns for us. I really feel that I can do this, and not be detected, whereas anyone else might—spoil it all.”