“It isn’t serious,” continued Mollie, “and he says she will surely be better after it. But of course mamma feels dreadful about it.”
“I should think so,” observed Betty. “They never found out who those mean autoists were, did they?”
“No,” answered Grace, “and we’ve never gotten a trace of Prince, or the missing papers. Papa is much worried.”
“Well, let’s talk about something more pleasant,” suggested Betty. “Shall we start off again?”
“Might as well,” agreed Grace. “And as it isn’t far to that funny Mr. Lagg’s store, let’s stop and——”
“Get some candy and poetry,” sniped Amy, with a laugh.
“I was going to say hairpins, as I need them,” spoke Grace, with a dignity that soon vanished, “but since you suggested chocolates, I’ll get them as well.”
They found Mr. Lagg smiling as usual.
“This fine and beautiful sunny day,
what will you have—oats or hay?”
Thus he greeted the girls, who laughingly declined anything in the line of fodder.