Part 24 (1/2)

”We all ought to have had a bright thought and have stayed out of that farmer's field,” growled Eva. ”Mean old hunks!”

”Who?” cried Agnes.

”That Buckham man.”

”No, he isn't!” said the Corner House girl, stoutly. ”He's a fine old man. I've talked with him.”

”Oh, Agnes!” cried Myra. ”Did you see him and try to beg off for us?”

”No. I didn't do that. I didn't see that that would help us. Mr. Marks has punished us, not Mr. Bob Buckham.”

”I bet she did,” said Mary Breeze, unkindly. ”At least, I bet she tried to beg off for herself.”

”Now, Mary, you know you don't believe any such thing,” Eva said. ”We know what kind of girl Agnes Kenway is. She would not do such a thing.

If she asked, it would be for us all.”

”No,” said Agnes, shortly. ”I did not do that. I just told Mr. Buckham how sorry I was for taking the berries.”

”Oh! What did he say, Aggie?” asked another girl.

”He forgave me. He was real nice about it,” Agnes confessed.

”But he told on us. Otherwise we wouldn't be in this pickle,” Mary Breeze said. ”I don't call that nice.”

Agnes had it on her tongue to say that she did not believe Mr. Bob Buckham had sent the list of the culprit's names to Mr. Marks. Although she had said nothing more to Neale O'Neil about it, she knew that the boy was confident that the list of girls' names reached the princ.i.p.al of the Milton High through some other channel than that of the farmer.

Agnes herself was a.s.sured that Mr. Buckham could not write. Nor did he and his wife seem like people who would do such a thing. Besides, how had the farmer obtained the girls' names, in the first place?

Like Neale, too, Agnes had a feeling that Trix Severn somehow held the key to the mystery. But the Corner House girl would not say so aloud.

Indeed, she had refused to acknowledge this belief to Neale.

So now she kept still and allowed the other girls to do the talking and surmising.

”Well, say what you may,” Myra Stetson said at last. ”Trix is one lucky girl. But she'll make a fine Innocent Delight----”

”I don't think!” finished Eva. ”Aggie is the one for that. A blonde. Who ever but Professor Ware would think of giving such a part to a dark girl?”

”Let's not criticise,” Agnes said, with a sigh. ”We can't be in it, but we mustn't knock.”

”Right-oh!” said Myra, the cheery one. ”We can go to the show and root for the others.”

”Well!” gasped Eva, ”I'd like to see myself applaud Trix Severn as Innocent Delight! I--guess--not!”

Although Ruth Kenway had not been selected for one of the speaking parts, she was quite as excited, nevertheless, as those who had been thus chosen. To keep one's mind upon lessons and _The Carnation Countess_ at the same time, was difficult even for the steady-minded Ruth.

Dot went ”buzzing” about the house like a veritable bee, singing the song that was being taught her and her mates. Tess' cla.s.s were to be b.u.t.terflies and hummingbirds. And--actually!--Tess had been given a part to speak.

It was not very long, but it was of some importance; and her name, Theresa Kenway, would appear on the programme, as Swiftwing.

It really was a mystery how Tess came to be chosen for the part. She was such a quiet, un.o.btrusive child that she never would be noticed in a crowd of other children of her age. But when Professor Ware, the musical director, came around to Miss Pepperill's cla.s.s to ”look the talent over,” as he expressed it, he chose Tess without the least hesitancy for Swiftwing, the hummingbird.