“Maybe Lewis took him to the station with him.”
“Of course! I hear the goat chugging up the mountain now. I’ll go see.”
But no Bobby!
The mountain goat was laden with packages and two previous boarders who could not wait for the week-end to return to camp. No one had seen Bobby for hours and hours it developed on investigation.
“He done pestered the life out’n me all mornin’,” declared Oscar, “an’ I done tol’ him go fin’ Susan and worry her some.”
“Yes, an’ I sint him back to you.”
“Well, he ain’t never come.”
“He came to me for a story,” confessed Nan, “but I was so interested in my book I couldn’t stop. I’m so sorry.”
“He wanted to go with Lil and me but we didn’t want him tagging on,” and Lucy looked ready to weep.
“He came to me and wanted me to build a log cabin out of sticks but I had my accounts to go over,” groaned Douglas. “I sent him to Helen but she hasn’t seen him.”