“I don’t know about that, Amy,” rejoined her chum. “I wish your brother had been here, or somebody.”
“Darry!” scoffed Amy.
“Or maybe Burd Alling,” and Jessie’s eyes twinkled.
“Well,” considered Amy demurely, “I suppose the boys might have known better what to do.”
“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.”
“Some institution, maybe. An orphan asylum,” suggested Amy.