“It isn’t so! I returned it to her three or four days after I took it.”
“How did you send it?”
“I didn’t send it. I put it in a box of chocolates and gave it to her.”
“It’s queer she didn’t say anything about that,” mused Jack. Carey’s statement mystified him a good deal.
“Is that all you wanted to see me about?” demanded the Pornell youth.
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll be going,” and without another word Will Carey walked away across the green and down the street leading to the steamboat landing. Jack made as if to follow him, then changed his mind and turned in the direction of Putnam Hall.
“There is a mistake somewhere,” he told his chums. “I guess I had better see Flossie Ford again before I go further in this matter.”
“You might write her a letter,” suggested Pepper.
“Mrs. Ford might not like us to be sending her daughters letters, Pep. No, I’ll talk it over, the first chance I get.”