“Search the island,” said practical Mother Wit. “Certainly not by sitting down and sucking our thumbs.”
“Oh, Laura!” wailed Lil. “I wouldn’t dare!”
“Wouldn’t dare what?” was Laura’s rejoinder.
“Hunt for those men on this island. Why! we don’t want to find them.”
“And I’d like to know why not? I don’t care if they did leave money for the food they took––”
“But there must be something bad about them––”
“How do we know that, Lil?” asked Laura. “There is, rather, something good about them, or they would not have left the money for the stolen food.”
“Dear Laura is right—as she almost always is,” said Mrs. Morse, fondly. “A real thief at heart would not have left that ten dollar bill.”
“An’ I’m tellin’ you that chap was the nicest one that lived at Missis Brayton’s boardin’ house,” put in Liz, reflectively.