“Oh,” said Jessie, promptly, “I knew what to do, all right; only I couldn’t do it.”
“What is that?”
“Stopped the women and made them explain before we allowed them to take the girl away. And I wonder where she was going. When and where did she run away from the women? Did you hear her beg us not to let them take her back—back––”
“Back where?”
“That is it, exactly,” sighed Jessie, as the two walked on toward town. “She did not tell us where.” 17
“Some institution, maybe. An orphan asylum,” suggested Amy.
“Did you think she looked like an orphan?”
“How does an orphan look?” giggled Amy. “I don’t know any except the Molly Mickford kind in the movies, and they are always too appealing for words!”
“Somehow, she didn’t look like that,” admitted Jessie.
“She fought hard. I believe I would have scratched that fat woman’s face myself, if I’d been her. Anyway, she wasn’t in any uniform. Don’t they always put orphans in blue denim?”