"That lovely big box of chocolates father gave me! I'm sure I put it in the tray of my trunk when I was packing, but now——"
A perfect storm of things seemed to fly from the trunk, not only the "annex," as Mollie termed the tray, but the "main hotel" as well.
"Grace, you'll have this room a perfect sight!" protested Betty.
"Can't help it!" returned the chocolate-lover. "I must find it. Amy, you were with me the day I packed; what did I do with that box with the pink ribbon?"
"Oh, that; why the last I saw of it was on your dresser. Don't you remember? You took it out for a moment, after putting it in, to see if your ribbon box wouldn't go in that place better. Then you——"
"Yes, I know!" interrupted Grace. "I forgot to put it back. Then the telephone rang, and I went to answer it. Will was in talking to you when I came back again, and——"
"Perhaps he did not take it—you may have simply left it home," suggested Betty.
Grace nervously tossed her possessions back into her trunk. There came a knock at the cabin door.
"Come!" cried Mollie, who was in the outer apartment.
"I say, Grace!" cried Will's voice as he entered. "There are two buttons off my coat—must have torn loose when we upset. Sew 'em on, will you?"