Savannah knew Greta's character. She was always cold and independent, and she did not like to explain. But she was not the sort of girl who would hurt others for no reason.
"Don't worry," Savannah said softly, "I'm not going to talk to father Sterling about what happened today. Your uncle will try to explain to your teacher so that you won't get demerits. And we'll contact the two girl's families and pay their medical bills and ask their parents to teach their kids well."
Then she smiled and added, "But I don't think they'll dare challenge you again."
"Thank you, Aunt," Greta said gratefully. She had a good aunt who always arranged everything well for her.
* * *
Martha and her best friend, who had just had their wounds treated, came out arm in arm. The injuries on their faces were as hideous as their expressions.
They chattered as they walked.
