"I am getting a
small runabout," he went on, "and that is how I happen to know how to
drive. I learned some time ago."
They flashed past Mrs. Meckelburn's house, calling to her of their
failure, and saying that they would be back soon. A little later, having
left the physician at his home, they were again in the pleasant farm
house, sipping tea which their hostess had thoughtfully made.
"Isn't it queer?" observed Betty.
"A strange enough happening," Amy commented.
"Quite a mystery," asserted Grace.
"And really she was a pretty girl," declared Mollie. "I wish I had her
hair," and she sighed as Betty had done.
Grace strolled into the room where the girl had been, and half idly she
looked about it, as though in that way she might solve the mystery. A
piece of paper in one corner caught her eye and she picked it up.
"I found this in there," she said, coming out. "It has some writing on
it. Perhaps this is yours, Mrs. Meckelburn," and she held out the scrap.
"No, I'll guarantee there was not a piece of paper in that room when you
carried that girl in," said the farmer's wife. "I had just swept," and
she tossed her head in pardonable pride of her housework.
"What does it say?" asked Amy.
"It's evidently a piece torn from a letter," answered Grace, as she
accepted the paper from the woman, "and all I can make out are the
words--'not go to Shadow Valley even if'--and that's all there is to
it.
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