“He said he’d give it back for a kiss,” finished Laura.
“And I said I’d rather box his ears!” cried Flossie, “and I would, too! Oh, I wish I had that bracelet back! I’d never speak to him again!”
“He certainly is no gentleman to keep the bracelet when you want it back,” was Pepper’s comment. “You ought to send a constable after him, or something like that,—just to scare him.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dare!” cried the girl who had lost the jewelry. “Papa would be very angry, I am sure, if he found out I had allowed the bracelet to go out of my possession, and mamma wouldn’t like it either. No, I’d like to get it back as quietly as possible, if I can.”
“Wonder if we could get it back for you?” mused Jack. “We might try it, anyway, if you say so.”
“Do you think you could?” questioned the girl, brightening up. “Oh, if you could I’d be so thankful!”
“Let us try it anyway,” said Pepper.
“But you will go at it quietly?” pleaded Flossie.
“Yes, nobody shall know of it but Carey himself,” answered the young major.
“He acted real nice first,” explained the girl. “But the second time he called I saw he was of the Roy Bock stamp and I treated him real cool. I was very foolish to let him call at all. I cannot bear such rude boys.”