"I received two nice letters to-day," said Dora that evening, when her husband and the others appeared, and she held up the missives. "One is from mamma, and she sends her best love to all of you. The other is from your Aunt Martha."
"And what does she say about dad?" asked Dick, quickly.
"She says there is no change in his general condition, but that he continues to worry about business matters. He wants to make sure that everything here, in New York City, is going along all right."
"Poor, old dad!" murmured Tom, and his voice was full of sympathy. "We certainly can't let him know the truth."
"Oh, not for the world, Tom!" cried Dora.
"But what are we going to do if the bonds are not found?" questioned Dick. "He has got to know it some time."
"Well, put it off as long as you can," returned his wife.
"Oh, if we could only find those bonds!" exclaimed Sam. "We've just got to do it! We've got to!"