Billie Bradley at Three Towers Hall; Or, Leading a Needed Rebellion

by Janet D. Wheeler

  CHAPTER XXII

  A CHALLENGE

  The girls stood still, awaiting they did not know what, while Miss Adaand Miss Cora swept into the room followed by the other teachers, Amandaand the Shadow. The Misses Dill carried their noses high in the air, andthere was a grim expression around their mouths. But as the girlsglanced from them to Miss Race they saw that the latter looked troubled.

  "Amanda and Eliza did it," Laura whispered fiercely in Billie's ear."They waited behind and told on us--the sneaks! Oh, how I wish----"

  "Silence!" cried Miss Cora Dill, glaring at Laura. "If there is anytalking done in this place to-night, I expect to do it."

  She paused a minute, sweeping the girls with an icy glance, then hereyes rested accusingly upon Billie.

  "Three Towers," she said then, "has never before been the scene of sucha disgraceful happening. It is preposterous, unthinkable! I shudder tothink of what will happen when Miss Walters hears the truth.

  "And of course," she added, her eyes still fixed upon Billie, "you girlswould never have thought of such a thing if you hadn't been put up toit. Fortunately, I have been able to learn the name of the--person," theword held so much of contempt that Billie's face burned, "who startedthis disgraceful affair."

  By one accord the girls turned accusing eyes upon Amanda and Eliza, butthe latter only tossed their heads and looked defiant.

  "Beatrice Bradley"--Miss Cora almost spit out the name--"step forward,if you please."

  Poor Billie wanted desperately to run away somewhere and hide. But sheheld her head high, and her eyes met Miss Cora's squarely.

  "I want you to tell the truth," said Miss Cora, angered by what she tookto be the insolence of the girl. "Did you or did you not propose thisoutrageous affair?"

  But this was more than the girls would stand for. Before Billie had achance to answer there arose from different parts of the room a score ofvoices raised in protest.

  "We all did it."

  "Billie isn't any more to blame than the rest of us."

  "It isn't fair."

  "We were all in it together."

  Billie had so many defenders that the noise they made completelydrowned Miss Cora's voice and prevented her from speaking for severalmoments. This, of course, only served to make her angrier than before.

  "I didn't ask you all to talk," she said, when at last she could makeherself heard. "It seemed to me I was speaking to Beatrice Bradley. Iwill ask it once more," turning to Billie, who was rather white now."Were you or were you not the ring-leader of this affair?"

  There was absolute quiet in the room while the girls waited miserablyfor Billie's answer. They knew her well enough to know what it would be,even before she spoke.

  Then Billie lifted her head and said quietly:

  "Yes, Miss Dill, I was the one who started the trouble. I don't thinkany of the girls would have thought of it if it hadn't been for me."

  A ripple of protest rose behind her, but Miss Dill waved it downangrily.

  "Then by your own confession," she said, something of triumph gleamingin her eyes, "you have not only broken all the rules of Three Towers butyou have incited the rest of the girls to do likewise. Have you anythingto say for yourself?"

  "No, Miss Dill." Billie's voice was so low it could hardly be heard.

  "You are not even sorry?" Miss Cora went on relentlessly.

  "No," said Billie, lifting her head and looking Miss Cora straight inthe eyes. "We have been nearly starved since Miss Walters left, and someof the girls have been sick from hunger." Her voice rose a little andthe color came back to her face as she flung out a challenge like a flagof war. "I'm sorry, Miss Dill, but if I had to, I would do it all overagain."

  Miss Cora looked as if she doubted the evidence of her ears, while amurmur of applause went up from the girls. Oh, but they were proud ofBillie!

  "You have heard what she said," Miss Cora Dill turned to the teachersbehind her. "Such insolence can only result in expulsion. BeatriceBradley, come with me. The rest of you," she turned fiercely upon theother girls, "will go up to your dormitories. To-morrow I will deal withyou."

  As Billie, dread in her heart at that awful word "expulsion," startedtoward Miss Cora Dill, Caroline Brant caught her hand and whisperedreassuringly in her ear.

  "Don't worry," she said. "They won't dare expel you. When Miss Waltershears all about it she will be more than likely to expel them!"

  Billie gave her a wan little smile, squeezed her hand gratefully, andwas promptly taken into custody by Miss Cora. Then the teachers stoodaside while the rest of the girls filed past them upstairs.

  In the dormitories all was confusion. Sleep was out of the question,and the girls gathered in excited groups discussing the terrible thingthat had happened to them, half wishing for Miss Walters, yet halfafraid to have her come back. Suppose she should side with the "DillPickles"? Then all would indeed be lost.

  But Billie was their chief worry.

  "Why didn't she fib about it?" cried one girl, pacing up and downexcitedly. "We would all have backed her up. She knew that."

  "But Billie doesn't fib," said Vi proudly. "And besides, it wouldn'thave done her any good. Amanda and the Shadow had already told, and theywere right here in the dorm when we were planning the raid."

  Fiercely the girls looked around for the sneaks; but they were nowhereto be seen.

  "Probably 'The Pickles' are taking good care of the little darlings,"sneered Laura. "Oh, how I'd like to get my hands on them!"

  "What's the matter, Rose?" asked Caroline Brant suddenly. "Don't youfeel good?"

  For Rose was sitting on the edge of her bed, her head bowed on herclasped hands. At Caroline's question she raised her head and lookedaround her miserably.

  "No, I don't feel good. I--I have a headache," she said.

  The girls regarded her curiously for a minute, and then forgot allabout her. They had worse things than headaches to worry about.

  Rose did indeed have a headache, but the headache was mostly caused by aheartache. She herself did not quite understand it.

  Billie had at last been singled out from all the other girls forpunishment, would perhaps be expelled from Three Towers Hall, and whereshe, Rose, should have been happy about it, she was only miserable.

  Of course she had really had no hand in Billie's disgrace--this time.But she had planned and schemed for it before, and that made her almostas bad in her own eyes as those two wretched sneaks whom all the girlshated and despised. If they could only know what had been in her mindthey would hate and despise her, too!

  Her head felt hot and her lips were feverish. It was a terrible thing todespise oneself. The only way she could ever put things straight againwas to find some way of getting Billie out of her scrape. She must thinkof a plan!

  Suddenly she jumped to her feet, and the girls turned startled eyes uponher.

  "I have it!" she cried. "We must get word to Miss Walters. If she couldknow what an awful fix we're in, she'd come right back. I'm sure shewould."

  The girls stared for a minute--then seized eagerly on the plan.

  "But how can we get word to her if we haven't her address?" ConnieDanvers asked. But Rose answered her impatiently.

  "I've thought of that," she said, then went on to explain while thegirls listened eagerly how she had taken some letters to the mail boxfor Miss Race, and, happening to glance down, had seen that the top onewas addressed to Miss Walters.

  Luckily she remembered the address, and now when one of the girls handedher a slip of paper she wrote it down feverishly.

  "But how are we going to get word to her?" asked one of the girls, andthey looked at each other helplessly. "'The Pickles' won't let anybodyoutside the Hall, and they'll look over all the mail."

  They were still trying to think of a plan when a step in the hall--astep that sounded very much like Miss Ada Dill's firm tread--sent themscattering.

  A little later silence settled like a cloud over the dormitories, butfew of the girls slept. They
were thinking--thinking----

  By and by Laura leaned across and whispered to Vi.

  "Asleep?" she asked.

  "No, I can't sleep," said Vi miserably. "I keep thinking of Billie andwhere they've put her and--and--everything."

  "Well, I've thought of a real plan," whispered Laura mysteriously.

  "You have?" cried Vi, sitting up in her turn. "What is it?"

  But in the darkness Laura shook her head.

  "Not now," she said. "I'll tell you in the morning."