Cora looked sharply at her chum, but said nothing.
The last gown had been delivered, and the trunks needed but the straps around them to close their lids. The Chelton houses had been put in readiness for their lonely winter, and already the tang of frost in the late October air had brought the advance message of Jack Frost.
Some few purchases remained for Mrs. Robinson and Mrs. Kimball to make, but these were deferred until the trip to New York to take the steamer. They would remain a day or so in the metropolis before sailing.
"One last run in our cars, and then well put them away," suggested
Cora to her chums.
"We'll come along," Jack invited himself and Walter.
They had a glorious day in the open. Then the gasoline tanks were emptied, the radiators drained, and the cars put away in the garage.
"I do hope we can do some motor boating down there," said Jack, with something like a return of his former interest.
"We shall, I'm sure," said Bess. "'They say it is ideal for the sport there."
Inez had sent word to her father that an attempt would be made to free him. That is, she had sent the message. Whether it would reach him or not was another question, for his political enemies had him pretty well hedged about.
New York was no novelty to our friends, for they often ran in during the winter. The days there were busy ones, and passed quickly.