Billie Bradley and the School Mystery: or, The Girl From Oklahoma. Wheeler Janet D.

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      “I doubt if she knows now.” Billie paused and said “ouch” as a stretched ligament protested sharply.

      “Well, she will before she has been at Three Towers much longer,” prophesied Vi. “Personally, I can’t bear the girl and I hope she gets everything that’s coming to her.”

      Billie frowned, partly with pain at her cuts and bruises, partly in disapproval of Vi’s uncompromising attitude.

      “I’m sure I can’t feel that way about her. The girl saved my life and I owe her something for that.”

      “So do we,” said Laura promptly. “But did you notice how she flung my thanks back in my face?”

      “Appears to be a habit with her,” remarked Vi flippantly.

      “It looks to me as though the girl had been hurt past bearing by the persecution and ridicule of some of the girls at the Hall. She has pride and spirit and is ready to strike out at everybody.”

      “It seems to me I detect Amanda Peabody’s fine hand in this,” observed Laura. “Amanda would enjoy nothing better than a cat-and-mouse game with a girl like Edina Tooker.”

      “She seems to be poor – ”

      “I’ve heard differently,” said Billie. “One of the girls told me her father was getting rich fast – struck oil on an Oklahoma ranch, or something of the sort.”

      “Well, she may be rich; but, if she looks it, I’m an Indian,” returned Laura skeptically. “Never saw a girl dressed like that who was anything but poverty-stricken.”

      “She probably hasn’t the slightest idea how to dress,” observed Billie. “I can imagine Edina Tooker in riding breeches or middy and skirt doing a movie on some rocky mountain trail. In that sort of setting she would be very much a part of the picture. But transplant her to a fashionable girls’ school and she – well, she just doesn’t fit.”

      “A round peg in a very square hole,” observed Vi.

      “Exactly. I feel sorry for the poor girl. She’s in for a hard time.”

      Toward the end of the tramp back to Three Towers, Billie found herself becoming very weary. She paused often to rest and was finally forced to accept the help of her chums. An arm about the shoulders of each of the girls, she hobbled on, acutely conscious of all her cuts and bruises and the strained and aching ligaments in her arms and legs.

      They were on the last steep slope that ended at the boathouse in front of the Hall when they heard the deep-toned gong that announced supper in the dining hall.

      Billie cried out in alarm and tried to hobble on more swiftly.

      “I’ll make you girls late and Debsy has charge of the dining hall this week.” “Debsy” was the nickname for Miss Debbs, teacher of elocution. “You know what that means!”

      “One whole afternoon of imprisonment in the dorm and a discredit mark besides,” Vi interpreted. “Debsy sure is death on tardiness.”

      “You girls go ahead and leave me,” Billie begged. “You can make it even now if you run. I’ll get along all right.”

      “Never!” said Laura dramatically. “I am with you to the death!”

      “Don’t be silly!” cried Billie. “Please go on, girls. It won’t do me a bit of good for you all to get into trouble.”

      “We will never leave you until death – or Debsy – do us part,” chuckled Vi. “You’d better save your breath, Billie. You will need it for this last wild dash up the hill.”

      By the time they reached the Hall Billie was painfully out of breath and aching in every muscle.

      “You go on – in,” she gasped. “I’ve got to – wash up a little – and change my dress. I’m a sight.”

      “We’ll help you,” decided Laura.

      Despite Billie’s protests, her two chums rushed her up the stairs to the dormitory. There Vi ran water into a bowl while Laura invaded the closet to get down a fresh frock.

      “There! Stick your head in that, Billie. You do have a look of battle and sudden death about you. And your hair could stand a comb. So! Much, much better. Now you bear a slight resemblance to the Billie Bradley I have known and loved so faithfully.”

      Over Billie’s freshened head Laura slipped a cool, peach-colored frock; then ran to the lavatory to wash her own hands. This service Vi also performed for herself. In less time than they had thought possible, the chums were ready to face the eagle eye of the dreaded Miss Debbs.

      They made their way decorously to the dining hall, entered as unobtrusively as possible, and slipped quietly to their seats.

      In spite of all their precautions, their entrance was observed by practically everybody in the room. Friends of the chums, who were in the majority, pretended not to see them. Their few enemies, led by Amanda Peabody and her shadow, Eliza Dilks, stared openly and tittered.

      Billie did not raise her eyes from her plate as Connie Danvers, seated beside her, passed the cold meat and salad.

      “Fill up your plate, quick,” whispered Connie. “Maybe Debsy didn’t notice you.”

      “Such a chance!” returned Billie, scarcely moving her lips. “I can feel her eagle eye on me now!”

      Through the steady murmur of voices and the clatter of plates and cutlery broke the deep, husky voice of the redoubtable Miss Debbs.

      “Beatrice Bradley! Stand, if you please!”

      Billie shot a sidelong glance at Connie Danvers.

      “I’m in for it now!” she whispered, and got to her feet.

      “Yes, Miss Debbs,” she said politely.

      “You are aware that there is a strict rule against tardiness – especially at meals – are you not?” Miss Debbs could ask the simplest question in an highly histrionic manner, as though the weight of worlds depended on the answer.

      Now Billie answered meekly:

      “Yes, Miss Debbs.”

      “Yet you deliberately enter this hall at five minutes past the hour?”

      Billie raised her eyes to meet the boring glance of the elocution teacher.

      “Not deliberately, Miss Debbs. We – I had an accident.”

      Miss Debbs brushed the excuse aside with a dramatic sweep of the hand.

      “Nevertheless, you admit that you were late?”

      Billie could scarcely hope to deny it in the face of all the evidence against her. Nevertheless, she repeated, meekly:

      “Yes, Miss Debbs.”

      “You will report to me promptly at ten o’clock to-morrow morning.”

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