CHAPTER XI
THE CLOUD LIFTS
"What's the matter with Blue Bonnet?" Annabel Jackson asked Sue Hemphill. "She looks sick—or worried to death. What's happened?"
"I don't know," Sue said, shrugging her shoulders. "I thought myself she looked awfully upset this morning, but when I asked her if anything was wrong, she said—I can't remember what she did say—but I took it that she wasn't going to tell, if there was."
"There's something the matter. That look she's got on her face doesn't spell happiness—not by a long ways."
"Why don't you use your Sherlock Holmes talent on her," Sue inquired flippantly.
"My what, Sue?"
"This intuition business you were telling us about yesterday. You said you could read people's thoughts."
"I didn't say I was a mind reader, did I?"
"Well—something like that."