“For once we did something without being found out,” one of the “T’s” remarked, trying to get her breath as they reached the hall.
“Humph!” sniffed Jean. “It’s easy enough to have a little fun once in a while. Boys always manage it.”
“And to think that not one of the Glens knew about it! That’s what makes me feel good,” said Tillie.
“They don’t know everything,” again retorted Jean. “If they did——” she stopped short. The words on her lips she felt she should not speak. The influence of the crafty fortune teller was too strong for her.
Recreation hour, as well as study hour, had passed, and some of the more timid truants began to fear for the next day’s work. What happened when they reached their own rooms was that lights were kept burning very late, and the fun of running away began to dwindle.
Dorothy had been writing letters when suddenly Edna almost burst into her room.
“Oh, Dorothy!” she gasped, “the awfulest thing has happened. Tavia is hurt!”
“Hurt! How? Where?” and Dorothy turned pale.
“She is out on the road and I cannot get her in. If we are found to have been off the grounds, and it’s so dark now——”
She stopped, panting and frightened.