And there were Tavia, Molly and Cologne to remain in, at least for a “lecture” which meant that the hour would be passed listening to their “sins,” as Tavia would have put it.
Whenever any of the original Glens were under the ban the “T’s” were jubilant, and Jean could now scarcely repress her smiles.
The morning had almost passed, when there came a summons for Jean to report to the office!
Then the tables were turned.
CHAPTER XXVII
WHO STOLE THE PICTURE?
As Dorothy had promised, she met Zada at the lakeside, when the class was dismissed.
The Southern girl seemed so nervous, and so frightened, that Dorothy took her to the little nook that was sheltered by a rustic, summer house.
“The others will not see us here,” Dorothy said, “and I, too, feel as if I want to get away from all eyes.”
“You!” repeated Zada, “you have no reason to want to—hide. Oh, Dorothy, I don’t know how to tell you, but I must do so.”