her arm to hurl it into the swamp. Bles caught her hand. He caught it lightly and smiled sorrowfully into her eyes. She wavered a moment, then the answering light sprang to her face. Dropping the brooch into his hand, she wheeled and fled toward the cabin.
Bles handed it silently to Miss Taylor. Mary Taylor was beside herself with impatient anger‚ÅÝ‚Äîand anger intensified by a conviction of utter helplessness to cope with any strained or unusual situations between herself and these two.
“Alwyn,” she said sharply, “I shall report Zora for stealing. And you may report yourself to Miss Smith tonight for disrespect toward a teacher.”