“Oh, yes, we will. I have certainly lost all curiosity about it, though it is more or less mysterious. I’ll never get over wondering why Captain Holley was there and what was in the box and what he threw into the lake in such a hurry. It makes me think now of what the boys write about hand grenades and things.”
“Did it explode?”
“I couldn’t tell. We kept as still as mice, Isabel and I, until we thought the boat was far enough away for them not to see us. Even then we kept behind the bushes for a while and near the cliff as we went back to the Hall.”
“What do your hear from Donald Hilton?”
“Donald wrote me that he has a new kind of work, but couldn’t tell me just what it was for a while. It’s as bad as ‘Somewhere in France!’ We hardly know what the boys are doing! However, I’ve had long letters, from both Donald and my brother, telling me lots of things.”
“It is pretty chilly out here,” remarked Mrs. Norris. “Suppose we go back and walk along the beach a while to stir us up before we go in.”
“I am a little shivery,” acknowledged Betty, “for that wind is getting cold. But I love the water. I think that this is the most beautiful spot for a school that there could be. We just have everything—boating and riding, canoeing, the winter sports and all!”
“There come the girls. I suspect that Cathalina is looking for you.”
“I imagine that she is looking for you, too. When I left she was working on a poster for the Latin Club. It meets tomorrow, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”