"Pretty badly, Nance. The journey over from Exmoor was harder on him than they thought it would be. I stood beside the stretcher for a minute."
Nance walked over to the side window and looked across the campus in the direction of the McLean house. On the small section of the avenue which could be seen from that point she caught a glimpse of the ambulance making its return trip to Exmoor.
She turned quickly and went back to her chair.
"It looks like a hearse," she said miserably.
"Is it Andy?" asked Judy of Molly in a whisper.
Molly nodded her head.
"What a chump I've been!" ejaculated Judy.
"It happened the night of the carnival, of course," pursued Nance.
"Yes."
"It was all my fault," she went on quietly. "I would coast down one of those long hills and Andy didn't want me to. I knew I could, and I wanted to show him how well I could skate. Then, just as we got to the bottom, my heel came off and we both tumbled. It didn't hurt us, but Andy was provoked, and then we quarreled. Of course, walking back made us late and he missed the others."