"Indeed," shouted Cecilia, "my 'strained' nurse suit will have to go to the laundry if it gets wet, and that adds to the price—reduces my bargain."
"Well, hurry, at any rate," commanded Cora. "I know of a barn we may be able to make."
"We ought to meet Paul at the bridge," remarked Hazel, evidently unable to dismiss her concern for her brother.
"Now, Hazel," exclaimed Cora, her voice carrying something of vexation, "one would think you suspected—"
"You don't really think those boys would play a trick on him?" interrupted Hazel. "Somehow I didn't like the way they looked—as if they were plotting something."
Cora laughed heartily. "Why, you precious baby!" she managed to say; "do you think boys of their caliber would tamper with the mail? To say nothing of putting so nice a boy as Paul to inconvenience?"
"Oh, of course; forgive me, Cora. I should not have asked that. But you know what Paul and I are to each other!"
"Yes, I know," said Cora with marked emphasis. "You are each the other's little brother and sister. But it's nice, Hazel, very nice, and I forgive you the fling at Jack."
"And Ed?" asked Hazel mischievously.
"And Walter," added Cora, ignoring the personal.