“Yes. She belonged to a Woman’s Rights League.”
“I have read of them,” Dorothy said simply. “But we are drifting from our subject, which is also the way they talk at meetings,” she added with a smile. “You were saying I could help you if I knew all the circumstances. And you have told me you did not write the note during class. I am so glad to know that at least, for I can tell Mrs. Pangborn—”
“If you think I should not go directly to her myself?”
“I do think that would be very much better,” quickly answered Dorothy. “I am positive if you trust her you will never be sorry—but who is that hiding over there? See! Behind the oak! We had better get to the road, there might be tramps about.”
At this Miette and Dorothy hurried toward the road, but just as they were about to reach the open path a boy deliberately jumped out from the bushes, and stretched out his arms to bar their way!
CHAPTER XV
A QUEER TRAMP
For an instant the girls halted, then Dorothy attempted to go on.
“Let us pass,” she demanded. “What do you mean by this?”
“I mean to get some money,” said the boy, scowling. “I need it.”