“I didn’t eat any supper,” confessed the red-haired girl, unblushingly. “I knew Nan and Bess would supply something better.”
“If it’s all here,” Nan said, as the door swung open.
“Goodness! don’t suggest that any of those goodies have been stolen!” cried another girl.
“Maybe that black dog has been in the pantry,” chuckled Bess.
“No laughing matter,” Laura said. “Look quick, Nancy, dear.”
Nan entered in the lead. She flashed her spot light about the big room. There was the row of ice-cream tubs. One of them had its cover off and some of the ice was scattered on the floor. On the other side of the room were the hampers. The covers had been wrenched off two of them and a raid made upon the food they contained.
“Who’s been ahead of us?” cried Nan.
“Goodness—gracious—Agnes!” murmured Amelia Boggs.
“Oh! don’t tell me you’ve been robbed!” was the horrified cry of the red-haired girl.
Nan paid little attention to the rifled ice-cream container. She hurried to the hampers. One had been filled with individual salads, each in its paper box. The other had held chicken and anchovy sandwiches.