"Oh, look, they have two deer!" exclaimed the girl from the West. "Isn't that grand?"
"It certainly is," returned Laura; but her voice had little of enthusiasm in it.
"Where is Uncle Dunston?" cried Dave. "I want him to look at what Roger and I shot."
"Your uncle has gone home," answered Belle. At the same time Laura turned away.
"Gone home!" repeated Dave, in bewilderment. "Why, what made him do that? I didn't know he was going until next week."
"He went with Mr. Wadsworth," continued Belle. "They had some very important business to attend to."
"What was it? Laura, do you know?"
"Yes, I know, Dave," answered the girl, and now her voice had a curious, uncertain ring in it. "Oh, Dave, it's the most awful thing I ever heard of! I don't see how I am ever going to tell you!" she burst out; and then, of a sudden, began to cry and ran into the bungalow.