“It would not be pleasant to be lost in such a place,” suggested Mollie. She was thinking of her own experience when she was lost in the forest in the Berkshire Hills.
“And it would not be easy to find you in the Everglades either, little sister,” rejoined Bab. “So please beware! Never go into the Everglades alone.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” laughed Mollie. “Being lost once was enough for me.”
“If you ever do disappear, Mademoiselle Mollie, the secret society will never rest until it finds you. We must be very faithful to each other, dear fellow members?” laughed the countess.
“I am sure we agree to that,” declared Ruth.
Walking along the road ahead of them, Barbara espied two figures.
“Do you know,” she demanded, “I believe those two people just in front of us are Maud Warren and her count.”
It really was Maud loitering along the road accompanied by the count.
“Stop our car, Robert,” ordered Miss Sallie.
Maud explained that her motor car had broken down some distance up the road. She and the count had decided to walk on. They hoped to be picked up by friends.