CHAPTER IX
FOR THE SAKE OF CECILY
“What can it mean?” muttered Janet. “What does she want of us?”
“Why, it’s perfectly plain,” declared Marcia. “She has discovered that we have been trying to correspond with Cecily, and she’s going to demand an explanation—probably warn us that we must stop it. Are you—afraid to go, Janet?”
“Not I! Why should I be? Miss Benedict can’t do or say a thing to harm us! But I am anxious for poor little Cecily. I just hate to think we may have brought trouble on her.”
“Oh, I wish now we’d never suggested such a thing!” moaned Marcia. “We’ve just succeeded in making that poor little thing miserable, I suppose.”
“Well, we can only remember that we meant to make her happy, and we did—for a while, at least,” comforted Janet. “And what’s more, I’m not going to w
