"
"Well," repeated Linda, more doubtfully, for Nan had remained silent, "I
wanted to thank you for what you did for me."
"You needn't thank me," said Bess, sharply. "For I didn't do a thing."
"Well, Nan Sherwood did, I s'pose," Linda observed, her color rising.
"You are heartily welcome if you think you need to thank me, Linda," Nan
said, quietly. "But Walter really did it all."
"Of course!" said Linda, tossing her head, for Bess' manner had rasped
the rich girl, "I know it took Walter to do it. But I presumed you girls
expected to be thanked, too," and she turned sharply away.
"Oh, Bess! we ought not to have spoken as we did," murmured Nan,
contritely.
"Pooh! Let her go. Mean old thing!" exclaimed Bess. "And you didn't say
anything to get her mad. Crocodile tears! what did I tell you? Linda
Riggs is a regular cat--"
"Both cat and crocodile?" giggled Nan. "Your natural history, Bess,
honey, must be slightly twisted."
"I've about got that girl's number, just the same," said Bess, slangily.
"You wait, Nan. She'll be just as mean when we get to Lakeview Hall as
ever she was. Mark my word."
"All right, Worthy Prophetess," said Nan, seriously. "I mark thee well.
But I am afraid we are in the wrong this time. We should have encouraged
her attempt to be grateful.
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