“We were on the lake,” announced Nance, with keen appreciation of the fact that when President Walker made a direct question she expected a direct answer and there was no getting around it.
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
“You mean to tell me that you three girls went rowing on the lake alone at that hour? What escapade is this?”
Her voice was so stern that it made Molly quake in her boots, but Nance was as heroic as an early Christian martyr.
“It was not a mad escapade. We did it because we had to,” she answered.
“Why?”
Nance paused. This was the crucial point. It looked as if Miss Walker must be told about Judy’s folly, or themselves be disgraced.
“They came for me,” announced a hoarse voice from the door.
It was such an unexpected interruption that all three women started nervously, but if Molly and Nance had been more observant they would have noticed the President stifle a smile which twitched the corners of her mouth.