prevented me from thanking her. Broadley was at me again.
“Hurry up, Miss Blyth, don’t stand mooning there. Didn’t you hear me tell you that you are wanted in the office?”
He was a bully, he was, to the finger-tips. I knew that he was smiling at me all the time; enjoying my white face, and the tremble I was in. When I got away from the counter I felt as if my knees were giving way beneath me. Everyone stared as I went past—I could have cried. They knew perfectly well that being summoned to the office during working hours meant trouble.
Outside the office was Emily Purvis, I had been wondering if she would be there, yet it was a shock to see her all the same. She was quite as much upset as I was. I knew that her nearest friends were down in Devonshire, and that she was not on the best of terms with them; so that if there was going to be serious trouble, she would be just as badly off as I was, without any friends at all. Her pretty face looked all drawn and thin, as if she were ten years older than she really was. It would only want a very little to start her tears. Her voice shook so that I could hardly make out what she said.
“Pollie, what do you think they’ll do to us?”
“I don’t know. Where’s Tom? Did he get in all right? Has he—been sent for?”
“How can I tell? I don’t know anything about Mr. Cooper. You know, Pollie, it was not my fault that I was in late.”
“So far as I know it was neither of our faults. I wonder if Tom got in all right”
“Bother Tom! It’s very hard on me. I wonder if they’ll fine us?”
Before I could answer Mr. Slaughter put his head out of the office.
