"That's all right. We've had lots of good times here in the Manor. Maybe we can manage to have one more," Shirley laughed happily.
"You know what I'd like to do, Bet?" said Joy, clapping her hands. "I'd just love to call Bob and Phil. They'll be so glad that the fan is found."
For a moment Bet was about to object, then fearing to arouse the suspicion of the girls toward Phil she agreed.
What would Phil do when he learned that the fan had been recovered? Would he try to pass it off and appear innocent in the matter? Just how could he face the Merriweather Girls, knowing what they stood for: honor, loyalty and friendship?
But Bet kept these thoughts to herself. Her chums must not know anything about it. She would be loyal to that extent.
Joy called up her brother and then impulsively said, "Just a minute, Bob! Bet wants to tell you the news!"
"Hello, Bet," came Bob's voice over the phone.
And Bet tried to make herself speak naturally, "We found the fan, Bob! Isn't it great!"
"By Jimminy! Hurrah for the Merriweather Girls! Where was it? Who took it?"
"We'll give you the whole story later. It's too long to telephone."