"Was it there?"
"Honor bright!"
Grace looked puzzled for a moment, and then she exclaimed:
"I see now. I had it in my hand when I went in your room as you were packing. I wanted to get a piece of wrapping paper for it, and just then you cut your finger, and——"
"Yes, and you ran out like a scared cat, and dropped the candy in my suitcase," finished her brother. "I thought you meant to give it to me, so I kept it, and toted it up here. Now will you sew those buttons on for me?"
"Yes, Will," answered Grace, meekly, as she accepted the box.
"I thought that would fetch you around," he said with a cheerful grin. "Never mind, Amy, next time it will be you."
The unpacking was finished, bunks were prepared and for a little while, before turning in for the night, Will and his chums called on his sister and her friends. Mr. Franklin dropped in to see if the young folks needed anything. He had filled a number of lamps for them, so there was no lack of light, that winter evening.
The ice boat had been safely moored, plans had been made for breakfast, and the boys had evinced a determination to get up early and go hunting.
"Are there any bears up here, Mr. Franklin?" asked Amy, nervously, looking out of the window.