“When you get safely into camp she will not worry. You can write the details then. It is safely over now and will teach us all a lesson in making sure that it is not too easy for some thief to get our money.”
“It must be great to have your own check-book and money in the bank,” whispered June to Hilary. “Is Cathalina awful rich?”
“‘Very,’ not ‘awful,’” corrected June’s elder sister. “Yes, you know how much I have told you about their lovely home and servants and everything. Cathalina has about everything she wants.”
“I will speak to the hotel people about it, but I fancy that we shall never see the money,” Miss West was saying to Cathalina. “Perhaps we can find out whether the bellboy ever came or not.”
There was little time for any detective work. Breakfast must be eaten, bags packed, and an early departure made to the train. Cathalina dismissed the matter, and by the time the party was on the train bound for Portland everybody else seemed to have forgotten it. Patricia had an occasional shiver whenever she thought of her sleeping girls with their door opened by some prowler, but the necessary arrangements of the present often most fortunately crowd out the too vivid memory of some unpleasant occurrence.
“Here’s our last look at Montreal,” said Evelyn, as the train drew away from the city. “There are two square towers of Notre Dame.”
“Goodbye, Mt. Royal,” and June waved her hand blithely. Too many good times were ahead of them all for regrets.
“This is the Canadian Pacific bridge, I suppose,” said Rhoda, “that we saw when we came down the river,—yes, there is the Indian village that hasn’t any streets.”
“I’ve seen my last French sign, I guess,” remarked Cathalina. “It was at the crossing. ‘Traverse Du Chemin De Fer’ was one cross-piece and ‘Railroad Crossing’ on the other.”
They were comfortably settled for the all day trip to Portland in a chair car and looked very serious when an official appeared to ask them if they had bought anything in Canada. They began to open their suit-cases or bags and told of their moccasins at once, but in their sincere faces the most suspicious of custom officers could find no guile.