"Did you hear anything as to why Mr. Jallow brought his folks up here?" asked Grace.
"Nothing definite—no. There was talk that they had come here, and folks were speculating as to why. I wondered if it had anything to do with the dispute over the land."
"We think so, but we can't be sure," said Will. "I have written to father about it, and he has asked us to be on our guard. Jallow may be planning some trick to get more land away from dad."
"Oh, I wish this unpleasant dispute was all over!" sighed Grace. "It makes it so uncertain!"
"Well, don't worry," advised Allen. "We're having a good time up here."
"And we'll have more fun when I get what I've sent for," said Will mysteriously.
"What is it?" asked Grace. "Another box of chocolates?"
"Nonsense! Always chocolates!" cried her brother. "No, this is better. Did you inquire about it when you were in town, Mr. Blackford?" for Will had been corresponding with the young man.
"Yes, and they said it would be shipped this week."
"Good! Then I'll get it next, and we'll astonish the girls."