She was wondering what was the matter with Nicky. Long before Miss Davis spoke of hearing a noise around the Community House, Barbara had caught a glimpse of Nicky. He was evidently trying to find out whom she was talking to, and he must have seen both her and Miss Davis with the little model craft, and also he must have seen where they hid it.
“But that couldn’t make any difference,” Barbara told herself, for she would even have trusted Nicky to do the hiding if he had been there, in the long old-fashioned room when she pried open the cupboard door.
“And so you and Miss Davis have a state secret,” the doctor interrupted her thoughts, as he pulled up to the porch of Miss Davis’ cottage.
“Yes,” said Barbara simply. She couldn’t seem to find her tongue, as Dora might have said.
“Don’t talk about secrets around here,” whispered Miss Davis, for her sister Tillie was just then coming to the door to see who might be arriving.
On the way home the doctor noticed Babs’ distraction.
“Anything go wrong with the show, girlie?” he asked gaily.
“Oh, no, why?” evaded Babs.
“You seem to have an awful lot on your mind for the first day,” replied her father.
“I have,” admitted Babs, still inattentive.