The car fairly crept back to Wellington, so it seemed to poor Molly. At last they arrived and a carry-all took them back to the Quadrangle.
Without waiting to explain, she left her suitcase in the hall and ran to the cloisters. Pausing at the door marked “E. A. Green,” she knocked urgently.
There was no answer. A door farther down the corridor was opened and the professor of French looked out.
“Professor Green has gone away,” he said. “He will not return until after the holidays.”
CHAPTER XIV.
AN INVITATION AND AN APOLOGY.
Millicent Porter invited Molly to go to New York with her for the holidays and visit in the grand Porter mansion. Molly understood it was a palace filled with tapestries and fine pictures. Millicent had mentioned all those things casually. They would go to the theaters and the opera and ride about in motor cars. But Molly was glad she had kept her head and declined.
“I have some work to do, Millicent,” she said. “I appreciate your invitation, but I can’t accept it.”
“You must,” exclaimed Millicent, too accustomed to having her own way to take no for an answer. “Is it clothes?” she added. Somehow, she gave the impression of not being used to wealth.