“That’s so,” agreed her chum. “And she even stayed night before last with Mercy’s mother. My! but she’s as elusive as a will-o’-the-wisp.”
“We could telegraph to Campton and have her stopped,” suggested Tom.
“By the police?” demanded his sister.
“Oh! what for?” asked Ruth.
“There! nothing I suggest is any good,” said the boy.
“Not unless you suggest something better than that,” laughed Ruth. “The poor thing doesn’t need to be arrested. And she might refuse any help we could give her. She’s very independent.”
“She sure is,” admitted Tom, ruefully.
“And we don’t know why she wanted to go to Campton,” his sister remarked.
“Nor if she got there safely,” added Ruth.
“Pshaw! if that’s worrying you two, I’ll find out for sure to-morrow,” quoth Master Tom.