“Never!” responded Jane promptly.
“Not a word about the reward, either,” lamented Anne.
“Hope she doesn’t forget all about it after she gets the watch back,” remarked Frances.
“Why, Frances,” interposed Patricia reprovingly.
“Well, she’s so queer, who can tell what she’s likely to do.”
“Let’s forget about her and have that tea you mentioned a minute ago, Mrs. Vincent,” suggested Ted.
“And while you’re getting it ready, we’ll run out and get some cakes or something to go with it,” proposed Craig. “Come along, fellows.”
Mrs. Vincent good-naturedly waived the ten-thirty rule, and the rest of the evening passed happily. So exhausted was everyone by excitement and merriment, that heads were hardly on the pillows when their owners were sound asleep. Only Rhoda tossed restlessly, and fearfully awaited the morrow.
Monday morning’s paper contained a full account of the discovery of “Crack” Mayne on a lonely detour by several Granard students who were returning to college after a week end out of town.
“Bless his heart!” cried Patricia, as she read rapidly through the article.