CHAPTER XXI

AND A THIRD THING

What might have happened following this explosion of bad temper and

ill-feeling, had Mr. Sharp himself not entered the room, nobody will ever

know. Miss Carrington had been led into a most unjust and unkind criticism

of the Lockwood twins. She had been deliberately led into it by Hester

Grimes. She knew Hester had done this.

The other girls knew it, too; and they all, the young folks, believed that

the teacher had been most cruel and unfair.

Mr. Sharp could not have failed to appreciate the fact that there was a

tense feeling in the room that never arose from an ordinary recitation in

mediæval history. But he smilingly overlooked anything of the kind.

"Pardon me, Miss Carrington--and you, young ladies," he said, bowing and

smiling. "I have been in the senior classes, and now I am here to make the

same statement I made there, and that I shall make to the sophomores later.

May I speak to your class, Miss Carrington?"

Miss Carrington could not find her voice, but she bowed her permission for

the principal to go on.

"Several of you young ladies," said Mr. Sharp, "are to take part in the

play on Friday evening. Your work, in school, I fear, is being scamped a

bit. Do the best you can; give your interest and attention as well as you

may to the recitations.

"But I wish to announce that, until after this week, we teachers will

excuse such failures as you may make in your work; only, of course, all

faults will have to be made up after the holidays. We want you to give the

play in a way to bring honor upon the school as a whole.

"I have enjoyed your last two rehearsals, and feel confident that, with a

few raw spots smoothed over, you will produce 'The Rose Garden' in a way to

please your friends and satisfy your critics. The faculty as a whole feel

as I do about it. Go in and win!"

The little speech cleared the atmosphere of the class-room immediately. It

did not please Miss Carrington, of course; but the girls felt that they

could even forgive her after what Mr. Sharp had said.

Dora and Dorothy Lockwood had been insulted and maligned. They did not

appear again at that recitation.

"But do you think old Gee Gee would say that she was wrong, and beg their

pardon?" demanded Bobby, at recess. "Not on your life!"

"I don't know that a teacher in her situation could publicly acknowledge

she was utterly in the wrong," Laura observed thoughtfully.

"I would like to know why not?" demanded Jess Morse.

"Why, you see, the fault really lies upon the conscience of one of us

girls," said Laura, looking significantly at Hester.

The latter turned furiously, as though she had been waiting for and

expecting just this criticism. But surely she had not expected it from this

source. All the girls were amazed to hear Laura speak so harshly.

"Oh, Laura!" murmured Jess. "Now you have done it! She's going to blow up!"

"And she'll leave us flat on the play business," groaned Bobby.

Hester came across the reception room to Laura with flashing eyes and her

face mottled with rage.

"What is that you say, Laura Belding?" she demanded.

"I will repeat it," said Laura firmly. "The whole trouble is on your

conscience. You deliberately led Miss Carrington astray."

"Oh! I did, did I?"

"You most certainly did. Miss Carrington was both cruel to Dora and Dorothy

and unfair. But you knew her failing, and you led her to believe that

Dorothy was answering the question she put to Dora. No wonder Miss

Carrington was angered."

"Is that so?" sneered Hester. "And who are you, to tell me when I'm wrong?"

"Somebody has to tell you, Hester," said Jess sweetly, for she was bound to

take up cudgels for her chum.

"And you can mind your business, too, Jess Morse!" snarled Hester.

"Dear, dear!" Nellie begged. "Let us not quarrel."

Yet for once Mother Wit seemed determined upon making trouble. Usually

acting as peacemaker, the girls around her were amazed to hear her say:

"You are quite in the wrong, Hester. And you know it. You should beg Miss

Carrington's pardon; and you should ask pardon of all of us, as well as of

Dora and Dorothy, for disgracing the class."

"What do you mean?" screamed Hester Grimes. "Do you suppose I would tell

old Gee Gee that it was my fault?"

"You deliberately prevaricated--to her and to us," said Laura calmly.

"Call me a story-teller, do you?" cried the butcher's daughter. "How dare

you! I'll get even with you, Laura Belding!"

"It is the truth," Laura said, slowly and firmly.

"I'll fix you for this, Laura Belding!" pursued Hester, trembling with

rage. She turned to sweep them all with her angry glance. "I'll fix you

all! I won't have anything to do with any of you out of school--so there!

And I won't act in your hateful old play!"

She ran out of the room as she said this and left the girls--at least, most

of them--in a state of blank despair. The bell rang for the next session

before anybody could speak.

Laura seemed quite calm and unruffled. The others got through their

recitations as best they could until lunch hour. Jess and Bobby caught up

with Laura on the street when the latter went out for her customary walk.

"Oh, Laura! What shall we do?" almost wept Jess. "Only two days! Nobody can

learn that part--not even as good as Hester knew it--before Friday night."

At that moment Chet Belding appeared from around the corner. He was red and

almost breathless--in a high state of excitement, and no mistake.

"What do you think, girls?" he cried, "We got a line on Purt Sweet's

automobile and why he has been hiding about where it was that Saturday

night the man from Alaska was hurt."

"What is it? Tell us?" asked Laura.

"I met Dan Smith. He goes to the East High, you know, and he lives across

the street from the Grimes' place. You know?"

"Hester Grimes?" cried Jess.

"Yes. Your dear friend. Well, Dan was up all night that night with a raging

toothache. He said the Grimes' had a party. Purt was there with his car.

Dan knows the car was taken away from the house and was gone more than an

hour that evening, and that Purt did not go with the car.

"See? He's shielding somebody--the poor fish!" added Chet. "That is what

Short and Long has been saying. Now, what do you know about that?"

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