home will she have after she's married? Everything will be upset. I'd think about that, Miss Lawton," he said gravely, and held the pile toward her.
She snatched it from him. "The 'Bawler out!'" Her voice shook. "No wonder they call you that. Bawler out! They ought to call you a tyrant."
"And a girl like you," said Perry, "who's a leader, ought to stand with the law of Northfield and not against it."
A stamp of her foot, a toss of a raven-black head, something that sounded like a cry of protest, and she was gone. Carefully, methodically, Perry wrote on the slip the date when the things taken from the locker had been claimed. Under this he signed his name with curious deliberation.
Upstairs, in one of the corridors, he met Littlefield. "Seen Praska?" he asked.
Littlefield shook his head.
"If you see him" Perry paused a moment. "Tell him Betty Lawton came to Room B-2 for her clothing. Tell him he's licked to a frazzle. He'll understand."
Leaving the basement of the school, Betty Lawton did not go directly to her own home room. She had begun to cry, and had then dried her tears with the resolve that nothing Perry King could do or say would make her cry. But her
