"Look where?" queried Nan Sherwood promptly. "Up in the air,
down on the ground or all around?" and she carried out her
speech in action, finally spinning about on one foot in a manner
to shock the more staid Elizabeth.
"Oh, Nan!"
"Oh, Bess!" mocked her friend.
She was a rosy-cheeked, brown-eyed girl, with fly-away hair, a
blue tam-o'-shanter set jauntily upon it, and a strong, plump
body that she had great difficulty in keeping still enough in
school to satisfy her teachers.
"Do behave, Nan," begged Bess. "We're on the public street."
"How awful!" proclaimed Nan Sherwood, making big eyes at her
chum. "Why folks know we're only high-school girls. so, of
course, we're crazy! Otherwise we wouldn't BE high-school
girls."
"Nonsense!" cried Bess, interrupting. Do be reasonable, Nan.
And look yonder! What do you suppose that crowd is at the big
gate of the Atwater Mills?"
Nan Sherwood's merry face instantly clouded. She was not at all
a thoughtless girl, although she was of a sanguine, cheerful
temperament.
The startled change in her face amazed Bess.
"Oh dear!" the latter cried. "What is it? Surely, there's nobody
hurt in the mills? Your father-----"
"I'm afraid, Bess dear, that it means there are a great many hurt
in the mills.
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