“You need not be afraid to tell her your story
girls,” agreed Judith. “In fact I
think she’ll be just tickled to death to have
two such little Trojans in our midst. But what
about the others?”
“Oh, I don’t want to face it,” faltered
Shirley nearly in tears. “Why can’t
we withdraw and do as we planned, Bobbie?”
“Because we won’t let you,” insisted
Jane. “Just now you are bound to feel a
little frightened, but if you could see it as I do;
as Judy does,” she hurried to add. “I
tell you girls the others will just want to carry
you around on their shoulders, they’ll be so
proud of you,” finished Jane a little breathlessly.
“Carry us around?” questioned Bobbie.
“If you hadn’t caught us we would be making
pictures of ourselves with our faces pressed to the
damp window panes of that train you hear whistling
now,” she declared, with a flash of her natural
humor. “Kitten’s face wouldn’t
be pretty either, if she puckered it that way.”
Jane knew the battle was won, now that Bobbie joked
and smiled, so she jumped up quickly and urged them
along.
“Come on everyone, there’s a light in
the office,” she said. “We will just
have a few minutes to talk to Deanie.”
The girls went back, and when the holiday finally
came both freshmen were hailed as the particular friends
of Miss Allen and were to spend their vacation at
her father’s ranch in Montana.
* * * *
* *
The next volume of this series will sustain Jane’s
reputation for unmatched personality in her Wellington
record as “Jane Allen: Senior.”
