“No. True. I did not ask you. What happened?”
Miss Olaine told her story—all about the pigs, and her fright, and Dorothy being disobedient, and defying her, as Miss Olaine said. But she neglected to call either culprit by name.
“I did not expect insurrection to begin so quickly, Miss Olaine,” said the principal, gravely. “And I gather from your statement that two of my girls—— They belong to the upper class, you say?”
“Yes, Mrs. Pangborn. Young ladies old enough——”
“And their names?”
“Misses Travers and Dale.”
“Tavia Travers!” gasped the older lady. “Of course! Who else would have invented such a perfectly ridiculous thing as introducing pigs into the school room?”
“I knew you would be amazed, madam.”
“Not at all,” the principal hastened to say. “Nothing Tavia ever does surprises me. But the other—not Dorothy Dale?”
“Yes, Miss Dale.”