“Then Louise was gone?”
“Yes, and Prof. Schaefer, too. One of the stable men who had gone with me to Greycliff, and was waiting outside to see if there had been any news, said that he came rather late from the village, and saw the professor taking Louise to the station. They seemed to be in a hurry, and were carrying suitcases and bags, but as the girls are sometimes called home he thought nothing of it, and the excitement over you put it out of his mind. They were getting ready to come after you with the Greycliff when we put off, and I am surprised that they have not gotten here before this.”
“Perhaps the motor is out of fix. I thought that perhaps you had come in the Greycliff.”
“No. We had our own launch.”
“Now do go and get a good breakfast, Donald, please.”
Protesting at being sent away, Donald yielded and carrying Betty’s empty cup, for she drank the coffee to please him, went into the kitchen to do full justice to such food as remained.
It was not long before Betty heard a boat, then girls’ voices, and knew that the Greycliff had arrived. Donald heard them, too, and joining Betty, went out in front to meet them. There were Cathalina, Hilary, Lilian and Helen, with “Patty” and Miss Perin.
“Oh, Betty, Betty, Betty!” was the chorus. “All the girls wanted to come,” said Lilian, after the first greetings were over, “but Miss Randolph wouldn’t let them. How are you Betty?”
“All right,—a little shaky. Oh, how glad I shall be to go back to the good old every-dayness!”
“You won’t wait to pick a flower or two?”