“We were more inclined to throw bricks,” agreed Amy. “Those girls are getting impossible, Darry!”
“I know they are,” returned the young fellow, seriously. “But what I was wondering about,” he added, curiously, “was how in time they got hold of the information that Amy got stung with the counterfeit bill!”
“I don’t know,” said Amy, indifferently, adding with a chuckle: “I’m sure there is one girl who hasn’t told about it, and that is the tall thin girl who gave the bill to me.”
“I have been wondering about her a good deal,” Jessie confessed. “I have a feeling that that girl is in trouble——”
“Well, if she isn’t, she ought to be,” returned Amy, vehemently. “Just think of my five dollars and you won’t pity her so much.”
“But she looked sick—almost as if she hadn’t had enough to eat,” insisted Jessie. “She was so tall and thin, and that white face against her coal black hair looked ghastly.”
“Hold on a minute!” cried Darry, leaning forward and regarding Jessie intently. “Did this girl have blue eyes and unusually long, black lashes?”
“Good gracious, Darry! do you suppose we studied the length of the girl’s lashes at a time like that?” drawled Amy. “Do have a heart!” But Jessie had made an impatient gesture.
“She did have long lashes, Darry—black like her hair,” she said, eagerly. With a low whistle Darry sank back in his chair.
“Gosh,” he muttered, “I wonder if that could have been Link’s sister!”