“I wouldn’t take any of that bromide, if I were you, Bess,” said Cora, as she straightened out some of the things in the living room. The usually homelike apartment had taken on a most woebegone appearance since the previous night. Everyone had left everything just where she had happened to let it fall.
“But I’ve got to do something!” declared the plump twin. “My hand shakes—see, I can’t hold it still,” and in proof she held it out.
“It does shake,” spoke Marita, in an awed whisper. “Maybe she had better have a doctor.”
“Doctor! Nonsense!” laughed Belle. “Her hand trembles because she had her arm up so long this morning, trying to do her hair up that new way. Sit down, Bess, and you’ll be all right in a few minutes.”
“But I can’t sit still, that’s the trouble. I’m so nervous!” and Bess hastily arose from a chair in which she had seated herself, and began pacing up and down the broad bungalow porch.
“I have an idea!” exclaimed Cora.
“Don’t let it die of lonesomeness,” suggested Belle, with a laugh. “Think up another and have a pair of ideas.”
“I will,” replied Cora, promptly. “I think if we go out for a little spin in the boat it will do us all good. It’s a lovely day—too lovely to let our nerves get the best of us. What do you say?”
“I’ll do anything rather than sit here and think of what might have happened,” sighed Bess.
“Oh, you’re taking it entirely too seriously,” put in Lottie, as she used a buffer on her already pink and polished nails. “What could have happened?”