"Oh, Mamie, will you? I want a blue silk so!"
"I'm going to have a green silk, and a parasol to match, and then—Oh, dear! look at them bees!" And with a shriek Mamie Jackson threw up her arms and sprang out of the hammock.
For the moment the papers were forgotten, and quick to take advantage of the situation, Randy darted forward and secured them. Then he turned the documents over to Philip Bartlett.
"Who are you?" demanded the woman of the cottage, rising in alarm.
"It's that Mr. Bartlett himself!" shrieked Mamie Jackson, forgetting all about the two bees that had disturbed her, and which had now flown away. "Oh, how did you get here?" she faltered.
"I came after my papers—and I got them sooner than I anticipated," answered Mr. Bartlett, and there was a tone of triumph in his voice.
"Are those your papers?" asked the girl, trying to appear innocent.
"You know they are."
"I do not. I—I found them."
"I know better. You took them from where Mrs. Bangs hid them."