CHAPTER XX
A SCHEME THAT FAILED
A whole week had passed, when, one evening, there was noticeably a great hurry among the girls to finish supper. Whispering was more popular than dessert, and glances were being shot like hot fire from one to another of those near enough to interpret them.
“Oh, she won’t go,” Tavia told Ned. “Better not tell her anything about it, or we won’t get there either.”
“But she has been so blue——”
“Ned,” interrupted Tavia, “if you are going to be on my staff do not argue. I cannot stand insubordination.”
“That means that you are going to get me into more trouble, Tavia,” Edna got a chance to say. “Really I don’t like the thing at all.”
“Miss it then,” replied Tavia tersely. “But it’s a chance of a lifetime.”
“And Dorothy not to know——”
“I tell you that would spoil it all. You know Dorothy’s idea of a thing like that. Now I’m going upstairs. The ‘T’s’ are making eyes at one another, until there is danger of eye-lock and that’s as bad as lock-jaw. Be sure to leave as soon as you seen Jean look at her watch. I’ll be there.”
It was almost dark, and against the rules for the girls to leave the grounds at that time, but, in spite of that, a shuffling of feet down the outside stairway told of a venture unusual.