“She’s a girl we picked up in the road,” Linda explained. “Didn’t Aunt Emily tell you why we were staying over in Milwaukee?”
“No; only that some friend was in the hospital. I didn’t get the details. All that I was interested in was when you’d be back.”
Briefly, Linda told him the story of the accident and of the girl’s loss of memory, adding that “Amy” was a fictitious name which they had given her, until she should recall her own.
“I mean to find her family if I have to search the whole United States!” she concluded.
“And if you have to give up your own summer vacation in the bargain,” muttered Ralph, sulkily. “You would, Linda!”
“But it’s exciting! Like reading a mystery story, you know.”
“You’ll get into trouble, I warn you.”
“If I do, I’ll get out again,” she returned, lightly. “I have a charmed life.”
“I wouldn’t count on that too much if I were you.”
“Tell me who will be here to-night,” urged Linda, seeing that Ralph was getting irritable over her newest adventure.