“Why—er—yes,” said Sim slowly, with a quick look at Arden and Terry.
“I’ll tell him to come over to dinner, shall I?” Her eyes were shining.
“Yes,” said Sim, smiling a little. “Harry is always welcome.”
“And if he can make anything out of this latest development,” said Arden, “he’s a wonder.”
“I think he’s quite wonderful anyway,” said Terry, snuggling a little deeper down in the bed. “Wasn’t he grand when he let us give him up and collect the reward?”
“Them was the happy days!” laughed Arden.
“I’m going to phone,” called Dot from the hall.
CHAPTER XXV
The Christmas Party
Harry Pangborn came over to dinner and to spend the evening. It was a most delightful meal, for Moselle and Althea had done their best, which was very good indeed. But it was the talk, the banter and laughter that lent spice to the food. Young folks are inimitable at that sort of thing.
“It certainly is mystifying,” Harry had to admit when he was told, more in detail, what Dot had sketched to him over the telephone about the “mistletoe” experience of Sim and Arden. “Very strange. You say there was no more sign of other footprints than your own?”