Part 16 (2/2)
”No,” replied Mr. Conant, ”I merely wanted to get the car in shape. You are to take me to the station on Monday morning. Under the circ.u.mstances we will not use Morrison's car for pleasure rides, but only for convenience in getting from here to the trains and back. He surely cannot object to that.”
Bub seemed disappointed by this decision. He ran the car around the yard two or three times, testing its condition, and then returned it to its shed. Mr. Conant got his rod and reel and departed on a fis.h.i.+ng excursion.
CHAPTER XVI
THE STOLEN BOOK
Miss Lord came up to the Lodge that Sat.u.r.day forenoon and proved so agreeable to Aunt Hannah and the girls that she was invited to stay to lunch. Mr. Conant was not present, for he had put a couple of sandwiches in his pocket and would not return home until dinner-time.
After luncheon they were all seated together on the benches at the edge of the bluff, which had become their favorite resort because the view was so wonderful. Mary Louise was doing a bit of fancy work, Irene was reading and Aunt Hannah, as she mended stockings, conversed in a desultory way with her guest.
”If you don't mind,” said Agatha, after a time, ”I'll run in and get me a book. This seems the place and the hour for dreaming, rather than gossip, and as we are all in a dreamy mood a good old-fas.h.i.+oned romance seems to me quite fitting for the occasion.”
Taking permission for granted, she rose and sauntered toward the house.
There was a serious and questioning look in Irene's eyes as they followed the graceful form of Miss Lord, but Mary Louise and Aunt Hannah paid no heed to their visitor's going in to select a book, it seemed so natural a thing for her to do.
It was fully fifteen minutes before Agatha returned, book in hand.
Irene glanced at the t.i.tle and gave a sigh of relief. Without comment their guest resumed her seat and soon appeared to be immersed in her volume. Gradually the sun crossed the mountain and cast a black shadow over the plain below, a shadow which lengthened and advanced inch by inch until it shrouded the landscape spread beneath them.
”That is my sun-dial,” remarked Mary Louise, dropping her needlework to watch the s.h.i.+fting scene. ”When the shadow pa.s.ses the Huddle, it's four o'clock; by the time it reaches that group of oaks, it is four-thirty; at five o'clock it touches the creek, and then I know it's time to help Aunt Hannah with the dinner.”
Agatha laughed.
”Is it really so late?” she asked. ”I see the shadow has nearly reached the brook.”
”Oh! I didn't mean--”
”Of course not; but it's time I ran home, just the same. My maid Susan is a perfect tyrant and scolds me dreadfully if I'm late. May I take this book home, Irene? I'll return the others I have borrowed to-morrow.”
”To be sure,” answered Irene. ”I'm rich in books, you know.”
When Miss Lord went away the party broke up, for Aunt Hannah was already thinking of dinner and Mary Louise wanted to make one of Uncle Peter's favorite desserts. So Irene wheeled her chair into the house and entering the den began a sharp inspection of the place, having in mind exactly the way it had looked when last she left it. But presently she breathed a sigh of relief and went into her own room, for the den had not been disturbed. She wheeled herself to a small table in a corner of her chamber and one glance confirmed her suspicions.
For half an hour she sat quietly thinking, considering many things that might prove very important in the near future. The chair-girl knew little of life save what she had gleaned from books, but in some ways that was quite equal to personal experiences. At dinner she asked:
”Did you take a book from my room to-day, Mary Louise?”
”No,” was the reply; ”I have not been in your room since yesterday.”
”Nor you, Aunt Hannah?”
”No, my dear. What book is missing?”
”It was ent.i.tled 'The Siberian Exile.'”
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