"No, but I knew she had been named after her grandfather's violin. What a queer notion."
"Queer girl, too," remarked Molly, "but a power in her way. Did she come up yet?"
"On our train," said Tavia, too prudent, for once in her life, to tell the whole story.
"She is going to cut the Nicks," announced Edna. "She told me so first thing. Then she slammed her door and no one has caught a glimpse of her since."
Tavia was fairly bursting with news at this point, but she had promised Dorothy not to interfere with Viola in any way and she wisely decided not to start in on such dangerous territory as Viola's visit to Dalton. So the matter was dropped, and the girls went forth for more fun.
Dorothy had met Miss Higley, Mrs. Pangborn's assistant. She proved to be a little woman with glasses, the stems going all the way back of her ears. She seemed snappy, Dorothy thought, and gave all sorts of orders to the girls while pretending to become acquainted with Dorothy.
"The crankiest crank," declared one girl, when the little woman had gone further down the hall with her objections. "But, really, we need a chief of police. Don't you think so?"
"Isn't Mrs. Pangborn chief?" asked Dorothy.
"Oh, she's president of the board of commissioners," replied Rose-Mary. "Miss Honorah Higley is the chief of all departments."
"And Miss Crane?" inquired Dorothy. "I have met her."