“But they were nothing but bottles of water,” objected Lyddy.
“Bottles of water?” repeated the young chemist, slowly. “Who had them?”
“Spink,” replied ’Phemie.
“What was he doing with them?”
She told him how they had watched the professor with his inexplicable water bottles.
“Foolish; isn’t it?” asked Lyddy.
“Sure–until we get the clue to it. Foolish to us, but mighty important to Professor Spink. Therefore we ought to look into it. Father doesn’t know anything about this bottle business.”
“Well, it’s Sunday,” sighed ’Phemie. “We can’t do anything about the mystery to-day.”
But her sister was fully roused, and when Lyddy determined on a thing, something usually came of it.
After breakfast, and after she had seen Lucas and his mother and Sairy drive past on their way to chapel, she put on her sunbonnet and started boldly for the neighboring farm, determined to have an interview with Cyrus Pritchett.