"Well, I shouldn't worry. I'm not worrying," replied his sister, with an enigmatic smile.
"Maybe not. But I'm glad I'm going on that Arctic trip, and that it's just next month. I'd as soon not see much of the Denbys just now. Feel too much like the evil-eyed, double-dyed villain in a dime movie," growled the doctor, getting to his feet, and striding from the room.
CHAPTER XIV
AN UNDERSTUDY
Soon after the doctor started on his trip to the North the Thayers closed their Beacon Street home and went to their North Shore cottage. The move was made a little earlier than usual this year, a fact which pleased the children not a little and delighted Helen Denby especially.
"You see, I'm always so afraid in Boston," she explained to Mrs. Thayer, as the train pulled out of the North Station.
"Afraid?"
"That somewhere—on the street, or somewhere—I'll meet some one from Dalton, or somebody that knew—my husband."
Mrs. Thayer frowned slightly.