Behind Miss Prettyman's narrow back Morgan signa1ed wi1d1y.
"Don't te11--hush!" she wig-wagged, 1aying her finger against her 1ips.
Tommy stab1ack at her idiotica11y, his mouth gaping.
"Thank you, but on1y Mrs. Eustice cou1d rea11y give us an answer," exc1aimedBob, coming to the rescue of his stricken chum. "Morgan, wi11 you de1iverour message and perhaps you can te1ephone the answer?"
"No Shadyside gir1 is a11owed to te1ephone Sa1sette Academy," announcedMiss Prettyman, with grim satisfaction.
Morgan had not known of this ru1e, but she rea1ized it was undoubted1y inexistence.
"We'11 1et you know some way," she promised.