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To tell the truth the young ladies of the West Dormitory who attended Helen's sub-rosa supper looked pretty blue when the rest of the school filed out of chapel and left them sticking, like limpets, to their seats. Mrs. Tellingham looked just as stern as Helen imagined she could look, when she ended a whispered conference with Miss Picolet, and stood before the culprits.
"My dear! my dear!" ejaculated the Doctor, raising his head so that the long, bald expanse of his face came into view again for a moment, "somebody to see you somebody wants something." Mrs. Tellingham approached Helen first and took her hand. Her handclasp was firm, her manner one to put the girl at her ease. "You are Mr. Macy Cameron's daughter?" she questioned. "We are glad to see you here.
"We won't hold her wealth up against her, if she's the right sort." "Oh, I'm not fooling," said The Fox, rather sharply, for she had a short temper, "to match her red hair," as Heavy said. "She'll probably bring trunks full of nice dresses to school and loads of jewelry " "Won't that be silly? For Mrs. Tellingham won't let her wear them." "Only on state and date occasions," put in Mercy.
She spoke, too, of the reason Amy had left her candle burning in her lonely room in the old West Dormitory that fatal evening. "We failed in our duty, both as teachers and fellow-pupils," Mrs. Tellingham said. "I hope that no other girl who enters Briarwood Hall will ever be neglected and left alone as Amy Gregg was, no matter what the new comer's disposition or attitude toward us may be."
Why Amy Gregg should run away was now clear. She was afraid to meet her father. "Make sure that the poor child is nowhere about Mrs. Smith's, Ruth," Mrs. Tellingham begged her over the wire. "I am sure I should not know what to say to Mr. Gregg if he comes and finds that his daughter has disappeared. The poor child! I shall not sleep to-night, Ruth Fielding. Amy must be found."
In the results from the moving picture drama, however, was the possibility for the greatest help. Mrs. Tellingham risked rebuilding the dormitory on the same scale as the burned structure, because of Mr. Hammond's enthusiasm over Ruth's achievement. The days of early spring passed in swift procession now. It seemed that the longer the days grew, the faster they seemed to go.
Tellingham and the doctor had been informed by the girls' executive committee of the sums both actually raised by the girls, and promised, toward the dormitory fund. It had warranted the good lady's signing contracts for the removal of the wreckage of the burned building, at least. The way would soon be cleared for beginning work on a new structure.
I'll be glad to introduce you after supper." "We have not been to the office yet," said Ruth. "I believe that is customary?" "Oh, you must see the Preceptress. She's just as nice as she can be, is Mrs. Tellingham. You'll see her right after supper?" "I presume so," Ruth said. "Then, I tell you what," said Madge. "I'll wait for you and take you to the Forward Club afterwards.
"I was a-goin' to the West Dormitory to ax Miss Scrimp for to call ye, Miss Ruthie," said the old Irishman, who like most of the help about the school was fond of the girl from the Red Mill. "Ye're wanted, Miss." "Wanted?" asked Ruth, in surprise. "Who by?" "The Missus wants ye Missus Tellingham. Ye're ter go straight to her study, so ye are."
Suddenly there sounded on the still night air the reverberating note of a harp a crash of sound following the flourish of a practised hand across the wires. "Bless us and save us!" muttered Tony. "'Tis the marble harp. 'Tis a banshee playin'." "Be still!" commanded Mrs. Tellingham. "It is nothing of the kind, you very well know, Tony. Ah!"
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