“You’re not supposed to. They’re presents. Like Christmas presents. You’ve heard of them, I suppose?”
“Yes! Yes!” cried Amy, excitedly. “You hang up your stocking—and—and—sometimes there are cookies——”
Linda’s eyes shone.
“You have a memory, Amy! You have! Think some more!”
“I can’t,” sighed the girl. “That’s all.”
“But something did come back! Run along and get ready now, for Aunt Emily’s waiting—and I must answer that telephone.”
The caller proved to be Harriman Smith, and Linda immediately told him of her plans for the day, inviting him to go with her to Grand Rapids.
Harry replied that he could be at the bungalow in five minutes, and he was punctual to the dot. He did not tell Linda that the Hulberts’ cars were both out, and that he had run the whole distance.
“I sure am a lucky guy,” he said to Linda, as he got into the roadster beside her; “to get ahead of Ralph Clavering like this.”
“Oh, Ralph’s busy planning the treasure hunt,” she replied. “And that reminds me, Harry, if I am allowed to take part in it, will you go as my passenger?”