“They couldn’t have found a lovelier spot,” thought Betty, “and,” she added to herself, “if ever I find them, I’ll tell them so.”
HE STOPPED HIS TEAM AND WAITED AS BETTY CAME DOWN THE STEPS
Her ring at the bell had not been answered, and she turned back to the front door to find it as tightly closed as ever.
“Well, I like the Careys’ notions of hospitality,” she said grimly, as she rang the bell again, this time somewhat more forcibly.
Still the door did not open, and Betty felt decidedly puzzled.
Again she rang the bell, and could hear for herself its long, buzzing ring. But nobody answered it, and though she felt sure everything would soon be all right, yet she began to feel a little queer.
“I know it’s the right house,” she thought, “for here’s Lena’s fan in the hammock. That’s the fan I gave her, so she must have left the house lately.”
Greatly puzzled, Betty went around to the back part of the house.
She knocked and banged on the kitchen door, but received no response of any sort. She tried the door, but it was evidently locked and would not open.