“We didn’t go there; we met Jule Dayton going there, so we got out at S—— Street and walked down to the river.”
Helen’s mother eyed the girls sharply. “You must have had a long walk.”
“We did,” answered Helen, “and we’re awful hungry;” adding quickly as she saw another question on her mother’s lips, “I’ll tell you all about it after supper.”
And she did. Alone with her mother the two girls confessed—told the whole story and promised never, never again to try to deceive.
“That was a good story,” said Kristy, as her mother ended. “You never told me anything about that Bessie before. Do you know anything more about her?”
Kristy’s manner was rather suspicious and Mrs. Crawford smiled as she answered:—
“Yes; I know a good deal about her and I’ll tell you more some day.”
“Tell me now!” begged Kristy; “I believe I know who she was. Was her name really Bessie?”
“No matter about that,” answered Mrs. Crawford; “if I told you her real name, perhaps I shouldn’t like to tell you so much about her.”