“Yes, Mother,” he answered cheerily. “Don’t worry. I am all right.”
Forgetful that she had on only thin shoes, and no covering over her head or shoulders, Mrs. 152 Basswood ran directly down to the big sleigh. She glanced over the occupants and her eyes fastened instantly on Dave.
“Dave, have you been with Ben since you went away?” she queried. “You haven’t been to our house?”
“Why certainly I haven’t been here, Mrs. Basswood,” he returned promptly.
“Then it’s true! It’s true!” she wailed, wringing her hands.
“What’s true, Mother?” demanded the son.
“The miniatures! They’re gone! They have been stolen! That young man who looks like Dave was here and took them away!”