“Of course,” agreed Alice, gratefully.
“It would be a good thing to get away from school and the town of Darewell for a while, at least,” was Bart’s opinion. “People are beginning to think we really stole that bracelet.”
“Oh, Bart!” remonstrated Alice, reproachfully.
“Well, it’s the truth,” he went on doggedly. “I’d as soon have ’em say it as look it. I’d like to get away for that reason, and, of course, it would be sport to have a winter camp again.”
“Then let’s do it,” proposed Ned. “At the same time we can look for mud turtles.”
“You won’t see many, unless there’s a thaw,” was Fenn’s opinion. “But you can count on me going.”
“And me,” added Frank and Ned.
“Hasn’t anything been learned of the missing bracelet yet?” asked Mrs. Keene, coming into the room, in time to hear some of the conversation.
“No,” answered her son, “and it’s my opinion that it never will be found, until—” He paused in some confusion.