"Don't you like this suit? Why it's the very thing—all the way from New York. And just see the navy emblem."
The invitation brought Jack up very close to the sleeve of Hazel's sailor suit. Yes, he liked that emblem, first rate, and he said so, once or twice.
"I vote for a trip to the Lambs," voiced the dainty Claud. "If no one else wants to go I don't mind, in the least, running over and making inquiries."
"Oh, don't run, Claud;" cautioned Jack. "It's dreadful on your watch pocket. Just walk over and give my love to the girl who wears the rainbow around her head. Tell her that I saw her and she will guess the rest."
"Well, if she happens to be out on the lawn, might I ask her to join in this girl-hunt?"
"Oh, you're hunting a lot!" exclaimed Cologne in something like impatience. "Now, Claud, this it no joke! We are out to find our lively-loving, luckless little friend, Tavia."
"I'm afraid it's useless," sighed Dorothy. "We may just as well wait—perhaps she will return at lunch time."
But lunch time came, and lunch time went by, without any trace or track of Tavia being discovered.
Finally Dorothy broke down, and went to her own room. Cologne followed her, and there, in the secret nook in the big camp farm, the two girls discussed every possible clause of the case, and tried with heroic effort to shed some light on the mystery.
"Was it the Lamberts? Or could it be——"