In fact, it was she who finally suggested that they go up to the lodge
again.
"I don't see why we didn't think of that before," said Mollie,
joyfully slipping an arm into Frank's and turning him
right-about-face. "We are due to talk all day anyway, so we might as
well do it in comfort. Don't forget the lunch basket, Betty," she
called back to her chum.
Betty would have forgotten the basket and left it where it stood just
as she had dropped it at the side of the road-- and small wonder if
she had-- but as she stooped to pick it up, Will's strong brown hand
whipped out in front of her nose and seized the handle firmly.
"That's the idea," said Grace approvingly, adding with a sisterly pat
on his shoulder: "You run along with Amy and Mrs. Irving. I want to
talk to Betty."
So Will, being a well-trained brother, did as he was told, and Grace
drew Betty behind the others.
"What about Allen, honey?" she asked, her blue eyes honestly worried.
"We all missed him so, but we didn't like to say too much for fear--
for fear----"
"He's all right," said Betty, her heart glowing again at thought of
the little note hidden away in her pocket.
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