"She ees name for Mees Mabel," explained the Indian baby's mother.
"Mabel ought to feel flattered," giggled Marjory. "I'll tell her about her namesake. But mercy! I must go back——"
"Wait," said Dave's sister, lightly clasping her slender brown fingers about Marjory's wrist. "Ah show you how to catch som' chipmunk."
And Marjory, realizing that she was a prisoner, stayed where she was.
CHAPTER XXII
A Twisted Conscience
BY the time Dave returned, Aunty Jane had been separated from Terrible Tim and a large number of loose quills. All the others had embarked, but Aunty Jane, breathing dire threats, still lingered to look for Marjory.
"Are you sure," asked Henrietta, sincerely, "that she didn't go aboard with that last boat-load? I don't think she was here when poor Timothy tumbled out of that tree."
"Did he tumble?" snapped Aunty Jane. "I think he jumped."