"Where?" the others asked breathlessly.
"On the porch with Miss Betty."
Sure enough, partially shielded from view by the vines, in one of Miss Betty's comfortable chairs, sat the stranger.
"Why—" began Rosalind, stopping short, "it looks like—Why, Dr. Hollingsworth! I didn't know you were here!"
At the same moment the gentleman started up, exclaiming, "Well, Rosalind, they said you were out of town. I am very glad to see you," and they met and clasped hands like warm friends.
"Children!" cried Rosalind, turning to her companions, "this is our president, Dr. Hollingsworth."
"And these are the young people who took my photograph yesterday," Dr. Hollingsworth observed gravely. There was a twinkle in his eye, however.
By this time Mr. Whittredge had arrived on the scene and was introduced.
"So this is the detective," he said.
The culprits looked at each other and meditated flight, but changed their minds when Dr. Hollingsworth shook hands with them, and said he knew how it was to have a new camera and want to take everything in sight, and that he really felt complimented.