He sympathized with the chums so fully in their desire for
letters with the red triangle in one corner that he actually confessed
to a guilty feeling when he had no missive of the sort for them.
So now, as Mollie ran toward him with outstretched hand, he held up to
her delighted gaze not only one letter, but four.
"One for each of you," he said beamingly, as Mollie reached him. "I
thought that probably I would find all four of you at one place, so I
kept the letters together."
"Oh, thanks, it is awfully good of you," said Mollie absent-mindedly,
as she took the welcome letters and hurried with them back to the
garage. "One for each of us, just think of that!" she cried to the
questioning girls. "It looks as if the boys had all written at the
same time. Put down your duster, Betty, for goodness' sake, and read
what Allen has to say. Maybe," she added hopefully, as she ripped her
envelope open, "they will tell us something definite about coming
home."
So down the girls sat in the midst of dust cloths and more or less
dirt to find what the boys had written.
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