"You can't mean," Bess said, still severely, "that you won't go
to Lakeview with me, Nan?"
"I wish you wouldn't keep saying that, Bess," Nan Sherwood cried.
"Is it my fault? Don't you suppose I'd love to, if I could? We
have no money. Father is out of work. There is no prospect of
other work for him in Tillbury, he says, and," Nan continued
desperately, "how do you suppose I can go to a fancy boarding
school under these circumstances?"
"Why-----"
For once Elizabeth was momentarily silenced. Suddenly her face
brightened. "I tell you!" she exclaimed. "I'll speak to my
father about it. He can fix it so that you will be able to go to
the Hall with me, I know."
"I'd like to see myself an object of charity!" Nan cried, with
heat. "I, guess, not! What I can't earn, or my father can't
give me, I'll go without, Bess. That's all there is to that!"
Bess stared at her with quivering lips. "You can't be so mean,
Nan," she faltered.
"I'm not mean!" denied the other.
"I'd like to know what you call it? Why, father'd never miss
your tuition money in the world. And I know he'd pay your way if
I asked him and told him how bad I felt about your not going."
"You're a dear, Bess!" declared Nan, impulsively hugging her
friend again.
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