Phil caught the note of worry in her voice and answered, "I'll be there in an hour, Bet. Is that O.K.?"
"I wonder what's the matter, son. Bet has called several times today," said his mother.
"I can't imagine what it is. I'll get ready and go right away. If there is anything I can do for Bet, I'll be glad to help. She's one of the finest girls I know. She's never silly, just out and out, and treats you as if she were another boy. I like that!"
Phil wasted no time on his supper. Even his mother urged him to hurry.
"I do hope nothing is wrong with Colonel Baxter, that would make Bet worry," Mrs. Gordon said as Phil left her.
When Bet opened the door for Phil, he saw at once that something unusual was troubling her.
"Phil, I just had to see you. I can't find that fan we had the other night. Do tell me just where you put it!"
"Why Bet, I put it right on your father's desk, back toward the wall, so no one would knock it off.—You know Laura was being so careless with it that I got worried and took it from her."
"Are you positive you put it there, Phil?"
"Yes, Bet, of course I am."