Madge had turned on ahead in the diary; She gazed at her chum with startled eyes.
“Why, that’s almost the last notation. See all these blank pages.”
“Just when it became interesting,” Cara wailed.
“We’re not quite through. There are a few more paragraphs scattered through the diary.”
She swiftly turned the pages. Cara leaned closer as they came to one brief sentence. It read:
“Father died today.”
For a full minute, the girls stared at the notation, trying to make more of it. Then Cara burst out:
“Wouldn’t you think she’d have written more about a thing like that? Not a word of his sickness or anything. While she’d fill page after page with drivel.”
“Perhaps she was too moved about his death.”
“Maybe,” Cara acknowledged doubtfully. “I’d quicker think she was worrying about the pearls.”