“There hasn’t been a soul at that door except yourself,” declared Tavia, exactly, “as far as I know.”
“You are not telling the truth, Miss!” declared the teacher, warmly.
Mrs. Pangborn’s system of conducting Glenwood Hall did not include doubting the word of her pupils. The girls were put on their honor from the hour they first entered the school, and seldom had the principal been taken advantage of.
Dorothy and Tavia looked at each other. Both were flushed and all the laughter had gone out of Tavia’s brown eyes.
“Why, how horrid!” she gasped.
“What is that, Miss?” demanded the angry teacher outside.
And then Dorothy spoke up. “We refuse to discuss the matter with you any further, Miss Olaine—until Mrs. Pangborn arrives. In this school the girls are not accused of falsehoods.”
Miss Olaine was silent a moment. Then they heard her walk heavily away from the locked door.