“Oh, nonsense,” said Mrs. White, “you are both so nervous, you look as though another week’s rest would be needed. You are pale, both of you.”
“Well, I don’t feel one bit pale,” said Tavia, “Still I think I’ll lie down, when we get home.”
“So will I, but I’m not tired,” declared Dorothy.
“They are too young; too high spirited,” said Mrs. White to Miss Mingle, as they parted; “they won’t admit the awful strain they have been under all day.”
An hour later, when the boys and Major Dale returned to the apartment, all was quiet, and they tiptoed about for fear of awakening the girls. Aunt Winnie was waiting for them.
“It’s all settled,” whispered Major Dale. “We have Akerson under bonds to appear in three days to pay back all money due you.”
“And to think that Dorothy and Tavia unraveled the mystery!” sighed Aunt Winnie.
“Hurrah!” said the boys, in a whisper. “Hurrah for the girls!”
Which brought the girls into the room.