Mr. Pinckney looked at her with a curious expression on his face. "So she does," he said. "Strange I didn't notice that. Her laugh sounded so familiar that I mentioned it to Miss Helen, but I couldn't place the person whom she reminded me of. It is very curious," he added meditatively. "If"—he began, but broke off again. "Well, never mind about that. I'll report to you from time to time as I make progress. It is really a very interesting quest."
"Let's not tell any one yet," said Nan. "It makes it much more interesting to have a secret." So the compact was made, just as Miss Dolores and Carter came up the steps.
"Heigho, Cart," sang out Nan. "Come up, you two and help us keep the Sabbath."
"How are you keeping it?" said Carter sitting down on the long bamboo couch by Nan's side.
"Oh, we're keeping it properly. This morning we all went to church, and this afternoon we are doing unto others as we would have them do unto us."
"In what way?" queried Carter.
"Giving them the benefit of our brilliant conversation."
Carter laughed. "What are the kiddies doing?"
"Drowning Pharaoh in the Red Sea. I fancy they are getting their share of the splashing, too."
"Jack is no doubt, but I don't believe Jean has a drop on her."