Nothing of any interest had been unearthed.
Disconsolately Mr. Hammond seated himself upon an upturned stool. A few of the Girl Scouts clustered about him; the others unwilling to give up, were still poking about in unlikely places.
Alone Tory Drew’s original ardor continued unquenched.
All day she had a vision of herself going to Kara at the old Gray House with information that would bring a new happiness into the clear gray eyes grown so wistful in these weeks of a summer time they had thought to be so happy.
No one place had been more thoroughly searched than the corners of the old brick fireplace that divided the living room and the kitchen with a single chimney.
Yet kneeling down once more Tory began a last search, poking about into impossible crannies.
Exhausted, she finally surrendered. No reward was to be theirs, and they had only been wasting valuable energy and time.
Nevertheless Tory did not feel in the mood for discussing this obvious fact with the others.
Near the old fireplace was a small collection of loose bricks. Arranging them into a low square Tory seated herself, leaning her head against the left corner of the chimney.
Suddenly she had a sensation of dizziness. Her head seemed to be swimming from the fatigue perhaps and the disappointment of her futile search.