"Yours affectionately,
"Charles W. Hollingsworth."
"Isn't that dear of him?"
"Does he mean it really?" asked Maurice.
"What is the matter with you, Maurice? Of course he does," cried Belle. "He is grand! The detective," and she laughed at the recollection.
"Rosalind is going home before long, and I didn't know whether we would keep it up," Maurice said.
"But I shall come back again next summer, and,—oh, I hope we aren't going to give it up!" Rosalind looked anxiously at her companions.
"Never!" cried Belle.
"No indeed," said Jack. "I am an Arden Forester forever."
"A monkey forever," growled Maurice.
"That is better than a bear, anyway," retorted Jack.