Linda Riggs' elbow.

"Did you spend all your vacation in Chicago?" she asked gently. "I
was to go to visit Grace; but there was sickness at home, and so I
couldn't. Didn't the Masons come back with you, Linda?"

"And Nan Sherwood and Bess Harley?" questioned Amelia Boggs, the
homely girl. "They went to the Masons' to visit, didn't they?"

"I'm sure I could not tell you much about _them_," Linda said,
shrugging her shoulders. "I had something else to do, I can assure
you, than to look up Sherwood and Harley."

"Why!" gasped the fair-haired girl, "Grace wrote me that you were
at her house, and went to the theater with them, and that--that--"

"Well, what of it, Lillie Nevins?" demanded the other sharply.

"In her letter she said you had a dreadful accident. That you were
run away with in a sleigh and that Nan Sherwood and Walter saved
your life."

"That sounds interesting!" cried Laura Polk. "So Our Nan has been
playing the he-ro-wine again? How did it happen?"

"She has been putting herself forward the same as usual," snapped
Linda Riggs. "I suppose that is what you mean. And Grace is crazy.
Walter did help me when Madam Graves' horses ran away; but Nan
Sherwood had nothing to do with it. Or, nothing much, at least."