"Especially that matter about Dorothy Dale," went on the teacher. "She is determined that the whole thing shall be cleared up at once."
"It ought to be," said Viola coolly, without appearing to take the least interest in the conversation.
"In the first place," argued Miss Crane, "Mrs. Pangborn wished me to say to you that a full explanation on your part would in the end save you much—trouble."
"State's evidence!" almost sneered Viola.
"Not at all," contradicted her visitor. "Simply a matter of common justice."
"I believe that's what they call it," persisted the girl, tossing her head about to show a weariness of the "whole miserable thing."
"You insist that you saw Dorothy Dale and Octavia Travers alight from a police patrol wagon?" asked Miss Crane severely.
"I do!" answered Viola, as solemnly as if taking an oath.
"And that you were told they had been arrested for some theft? Garden stuff, I believe?"
"I heard Nat White, Dorothy Dale's own cousin, say so," again declared Viola.