“Not always. And that girl would have looked awful in blue. She was too dark. She wasn’t very well dressed, but her clothes and their colors were tasteful.”
“Aren’t you the observing thing,” agreed Amy. “She was dressed nicely. And those women were never guards from an institution.”
“Oh, no!”
“It was a private kidnaping party, I guess,” said Amy.
“And we let it go on right under our noses and did not stop it,” sighed Jessie Norwood. “I’m going to tell my father about it.”
Amy grinned elfishly. “He will tell you that you had a right, under the law, to stop those women and make them explain.” 18
“Ye-es. I suppose so. But a right to do a thing and the ability to do it, he will likewise tell me, are two very different things.”
“Wisdom from the young owl!” laughed Amy. “Well, I don’t suppose, after all, it is any of our business, or ever will be. The poor thing is now a captive and being borne away to the dungeon-keep. Whatever that is,” she added, shrugging her shoulders.
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