“No, I don’t think that tiny newspaper office would do any good. So I thought if you’d take her and superintend getting the clothing, I’d take my roadster and go on to Grand Rapids.”
“Yes, that will suit me perfectly. Only why don’t you take Harry or Ralph with you? I’d feel safer, for that’s quite a distance.”
“All right, Aunt Emily. If either of them comes over in time.”
“Either of whom?” demanded a masculine voice from the living room, as the screen door banged.
“Speaking of angels!” returned Linda, turning about to greet Ralph Clavering.
“It’s about time you got up, Lazy Betsy!” he teased. “Did your aunt tell you I phoned twice?”
“Yes. Sit down and have some coffee, Ralph. You must have rushed through your breakfast!”
“Rushed! I’ve been up since eight o’clock!”
“Virtuous soul— But what’s on your mind now?”
“The treasure hunt. Dad wants you to help Tom Hulbert and me with the arrangements. It’s going to be ticklish business.”