“I try to feel that way, Cara, but I suppose—oh well, we’ll see what the Captain says. I’ll be ready any time you are.”
“About two,” said Cara, and then they both saw Dora waiting on the porch—waiting with a letter in her outstretched hand.
CHAPTER XIX
NEWS FROM NICKY
“I thought you’d never come,” grumbled Dora, holding the letter expectantly towards Barbara. “Here.”
“Why Dora, you didn’t have to stand waiting for me just because a letter came, did you?” Babs could not refrain from that much of a rebuke.
“Oh, no, of course I didn’t,” sighed Dora. “But that’s me, always worrying about other folks’ business.”
“What is there to worry about?” again Babs questioned. She was purposely holding that soiled envelope without attempting to open it. The scrawl on its flap was positive proof that the message, whatever it might be, was sent by Nicky.
“Worry about?” repeated the maid sourly. She was watching furtively and, there wasn’t a doubt of it, she expected to find out what was in that letter. “The way them Eytalians run around this place——”
“What Italians?” asked Babs impatiently. She too was anxious to know what was in the letter, but she had no idea of opening it just then.
“Them children, that old Nick, or what ever it is you call him. He raced up that path——”