So the beauty of the past held its re-birth in the present.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE PASSING
Outside the opening into her tent Teresa Peterson sat presumably playing upon the banjo. The sounds she was making were not particularly pleasing. Yet the camp was fairly deserted. Only a few of the other girls were to be seen and they were busy and nowhere near Teresa.
In fact, the camp in Beechwood Forest would be vacant within the next few days. Summer was closing with the soft loveliness that makes one forgive and forget her less charming moods.
Already the evergreen house, which had been the center of the camp life, was being dismantled.
Katherine Moore had returned to the Gray House on the Hill. After the performance of the Greek tableaux she had not been so well and Dr. McClain had additional reasons for desiring her presence in town at this time.
Impatient always to fulfill his own wishes, no sooner was Mr. Hammond aware of Kara’s departure to town than he requested permission to have the floor of the old cabin removed and the search begun. Kara was not to be told of the effort until the work was accomplished. Not one chance in a thousand, Mr. Hammond agreed, that any trace of Kara’s past history be located here, therefore she had best not be excited or worried until the task was finished.