"The fan was wrapped in your handkerchief!"
"Of course it was. I forgot that until this minute. I was afraid the fan would get dirty so I wrapped it in my handkerchief."
"And Phil, I'd have known it was that way, if I hadn't been so terribly worried."
"How did the other girls feel about it when you told them?"
"Oh I wouldn't tell them. I hid the handkerchief. No one knows about it except me and Dad."
"Bet, you're a sport! I like you! Now, forget that you ever blamed me, and don't feel badly about it."
They hurried ahead to catch up with the others and all met at Kit's gate.
"Isn't it a wonderful night!" Bet exclaimed suddenly, looking up into the sky. "Why, I never saw so many stars before! They fairly sing!"
"The singing is in the heart of the Merriweather Girls who have saved the Manor from being sold and have also saved the reputation of their good friend," suggested Colonel Baxter.
"It's good to be alive!" cried Phil.