As Kit finished packing her trunk, Frank poked his head in the doorway. “Hi,” he called. “Anyone need any help?”
“Nope,” Doris said. “We’re all through.”
Mrs. Craig laughed helplessly. “Why don’t you young people run along? I want to concentrate.”
Frank grinned. “Come on, Kit. Let’s take a walk.”
“Just a minute,” Kit said. “I’ll meet you down by the mailbox.”
Kit and Doris walked out into the hall.
“Before I go out, Doris, I want to give you something,” Kit said, handing her a small, ugly doll.
Doris took it and looked at it.
“It’s some sort of good luck charm that Uncle Bart and I found in that mummy we were examining together. You know, when I first went up to Hope. I want you to have it.”
Doris’s fingers closed around the doll. “Gee, thanks, Kit,” she said.