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Dewhurst. She was not seated behind her impressive,

large desk, but restlessly pacing the floor. "Really, Dr.

Sheffield, nothing like this has ever happened before.

Never have we lost a girl. We make a room check

every night to see the girls are tucked in bed with

lights out, and Carrie was in her bed. I myself looked

in on her, wanting to comfort her if she'd let me, but

she refused to look at me or to speak. Of course it all

began with that fight in your ward's room and the

demerits that resulted in their loss of their weekend

liberty. Every member of the faculty has helped me

search and we've questioned our girls who profess to

know nothing about it--which I imagine they do--but

if they won't talk, I don't know what to do next." "Why didn't you notify me when you first found

her missing?" Paul asked. I spoke up then and asked to

be taken to Carrie's room. Miss Dewhurst turned

eagerly to me, anxious to escape the doctor's wrath. As

we three followed her up the stairs she spilled forth lengthy excuses so we'd understand how difficult it was to handle so many mischievous girls. When we finally entered Carrie's room several students trailed behind us, whispering back and forth about how much Chris and I looked like Carrie, only we weren't "so

freakishly small."

Chris turned to scowl at them. "No wonder she

hates it here if you can say things like that!"

"We'll find her," assured Chris. "If we have to

stay all week and torture each little witch here we'll

make them tell us where she is."

"Young man," shot out Miss Dewhurst,

"nobody tortures my girls but me!"

I knew Carrie better than anyone and around the

grooves of her brain I ambled. Now, if I were Carrie's

age, would I try to escape a school that had unjustly

kept me from going home? Yes! I would do exactly


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