Miss Mackenzie glanced at the other ladies. After
a pause she continued:
"We will leave that matter for the present. Please write down, Miss
Judson"--here she turned to the clerk--"that Ruth Craven has refused to
answer my question with regard to Kathleen O'Hara. We will return to
that point later on.--Why did you leave the society?"
"I did so because I wanted to join a scheme proposed by a girl who was
not a foundationer and not a member of the society. Her name is
Cassandra Weldon."
"One of our best and most promising pupils," interrupted Miss
Ravenscroft.
"I know her," said Miss Mackenzie. "We have every reason to be proud of
Cassandra Weldon.--And so she, this charming and excellent Cassandra
Weldon, is your friend, little Ruth Craven?"
"She has been extremely good to me, madam. She offered me the services
of her own coach in order that I might work up for the Ayldice
Scholarship."
"And do you think you have a chance of getting it?"
"I don't know. I mean to try."
Her dark-blue eyes flashed with intelligence and longing as she uttered
these words.
"I think we are now in possession of the facts," said Miss Mackenzie.
"Is that not so, Mrs. Ross? Ruth Craven was a member of the
objectionable society; she very wisely left it, knowing that she would
better herself by doing so.--Now then, Ruth, we expect you to tell us
all about the society--where it meets, and as much as you know about its
rules.
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