“Well, he was mad as hops when we got there,” began Terry.
“And she was, too,” Arden added.
“He practically said he hoped he’d never see her again,” Terry resumed.
“She was positively livid when she got in the boat, and then she calmed down and tried to be nice to us,” Arden took up the tale.
“He called me ‘comrade.’ Wasn’t that sweet?” Terry wanted to know.
“I can’t figure it out at all,” Sim confessed. “And from the window I saw Melissa Clayton get in the gay car—imagine that! Melissa’s been hanging around here all the time you were away. She walked around the house once, and then I saw her peek in the kitchen window.”
“What can she want, I wonder?” Arden mused. “She’s a peculiar girl. Hope she isn’t in any trouble with that sour old dad of hers.”
“Looks to me as though we’ve dropped right into the middle of another mystery,” Terry announced, nodding her head wisely. “Maybe there are always mysteries, but only wise girls really discover them.”
“Oh, Terry!” Sim exclaimed woefully. “I did so want to be lazy this summer. Mysteries are terribly wearing.”
“Well, you can be as lazy as you want to be, but for my part I’m in this mystery up to my ears already, and I find it thrilling,” Terry announced firmly.