CHAPTER XIX
"You can't stay here by yourself," he said.
"I can't go back to town and leave Flora here by herself. We've got to find her!"
He nodded; they were both of them entirely at ease. That tense consciousness of a few minutes before had disappeared.
"I'm worried," Fred said, again; "she was awfully low-spirited because—because somebody hadn't written to her."
"Oh, she's all right. She'll be back in a few minutes."
"But where has she gone?"
"Perhaps she walked into Laketon."
"What for? Besides, it's nearly five miles!" They were standing in the kitchen doorway; Zip pushed past them and went out into the mist; smelled about, stretching first his front legs, then his hind legs. The motor loomed like a black monster under the tree. Zip gave a bored look at the lingering guest.