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He was a big man who played a harp." "And you told this to your school-fellows after you became acquainted here?" Mrs. Tellingham spoke very sternly indeed, and her gaze never left Ruth's face. The girl from the Red Mill hesitated but an instant. She had never spoken of the man and Miss Picolet to anybody save Helen; but she knew that her chum must have told all the particulars to Mary Cox.
She was always thinking about the note the harpist had given to her on the steamboat to take to Miss Picolet. She could not hide her trouble from the sharp eyes of Mrs. Tellingham. "You have lost something?" "I don't know whether I should tell you. I don't know that I have a right to tell you," Ruth stammered. Mrs. Tellingham looked at her sharply for a minute or so, and then nodded.
It took some wit to circumvent Miss Picolet; perhaps that is why the girls on Ruth's corridor so delighted in holding orgies unbeknown to the little French teacher. Miss Scrimp, the matron, was a heavy sleeper. The girls did not worry about her. Nettie Parsons' room was at the very end of the cross-corridor, and farthest from the stairway.
Miss Picolet wasn't downstairs in her room at all. When she caught me she came from upstairs, and that's how I didn't give any warning. I didn't expect her from that direction and I was looking downstairs." "She had been warned, all right," said the Fox, sharply. "It's plain enough who played the traitor. Nasty little cat!" "I believe you," said Belle. "And she only got half a demerit.
"As she wanted to?" repeated Ruth, slowly. "Did Helen first plan to have the supper in your quartette?" "Of course she did. It was strictly a Upede affair or would have been if you hadn't been in it. But you're a good little thing, Ruth Fielding, and I tell them you never in this world told Picolet." "I did not indeed, Jennie," said Ruth, sadly. "Well, you couldn't make The Fox believe that.
"I never could bear Miss Picolet!" Ruth was very sorry that Helen had happened upon this unfortunate subject. But her chum failed to see the significance of it, and the girl from the Red Mill had no opportunity of warning Helen. Mary Cox, too, was most friendly, and it seemed ungrateful to be anything but frank and pleasant with her.
Soon she was out of sight behind the marble statue. "Come!" breathed the Preceptress. They heard Miss Picolet and the man chattering in their own language the man threatening, the woman pleading when the trio got to the fountain. Ruth was a poor French scholar, but of course Mrs. Tellingham understood what they said.
I'll write the letters." "Heaven help the home folks of the poor poilus, my dear," Helen responded. "Nobody not even Madame Picolet could ever read your written French." "Well! I do declare!" exclaimed the fleshy girl, tossing her head. "I suppose the duty will devolve upon me to eat all the blessés' fancy food for them. Dear me, Ruthie Fielding! Don't stay long.
It states that if the money is not forthcoming to an address he gives her before to-day to-day, mind you, is the date he will come here for it. It is, in short, a threat to make trouble for Miss Picolet.
It made her doubt if, after all, those four who had appeared so friendly to Helen and herself that evening, were among the hazers; and she heard one of her guards whisper: "Miss Picolet never has to look into that room to learn if they're asleep. Listen to Heavy, will you?"
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