"Oh, Molly, what was that awful black wagon that went up the avenue a few minutes ago?" demanded half a dozen voices as she opened the door into her own room.
"The freshman at the Infirmary who was threatened with typhoid fever is getting well," remarked Margaret Wakefield.
"Surely, nothing has happened to any of the Wellington girls?" put in Jessie uneasily.
"No, no," answered Molly, "nothing so terrible as that, thank goodness. It wasn't an undertaker's wagon, but an ambulance." She paused. It would be rather hard on Nance to tell the news about Andy before all the girls.
"It looked something like the Exmoor ambulance," here observed Katherine Williams.
Molly was silent. Suppose she should tell the sad news and Nance should break down and make a scene. It would be cruel. "I'll wait until they go," she decided. But this was not easy.
"Who was in the ambulance, Molly?" asked Judy impatiently. "I should think you would have had curiosity enough to have noticed where it stopped."
It was no use wrinkling her eyebrows at Judy or trying to evade her direct questions. The inquisitive girl went on:
"Wasn't that Dr. McLean on the seat with the driver?"
"Naturally he would be there, being the only physician in Wellington," replied Molly.