“Here come Dorothy and Mrs. Armstrong. They evidently have not found Lady Jean.” It was Edna who spoke.
Dorothy was very pale. Even in the uncertain light that flickered from the gas lamp in the car center, it was plain to everyone looking at her that Dorothy had received a shock.
“Such a girl!” said Mrs. Armstrong. “Actually refused to come with us. Sitting in a car talking to—well, of course, I couldn’t just say who they might be, but they looked like a small part of a big circus.”
Her eyes flashed, and she fanned herself nervously.
Dorothy quietly sat down beside Cologne.
“What has happened, Doro?” asked her friend—for next to Tavia, Cologne ranked first in favor with the little leader.
“Nothing much. But I was so surprised. I suppose I should not have shown how I felt,” replied Dorothy, biting her lip.
“She was positively rude,” went on Mrs. Armstrong, “and if I get a chance to find your Glenwood school I shall report her conduct.”
“What did she say?” demanded Tavia.
“She said—that she would not tag around with a parcel of kindergarten babies,” responded the indignant lady, “and I felt that it was I who had exposed Miss Dale to that insult.”