He saw the flush on her
cheeks deepen.
"Of course!" declared Mollie.
"No, but it's silly to quarrel with them," said Will. "Isn't it, girls?
Especially when they bring you--chocolates."
"It's all some of them are good for!" declared Grace, with a toss of her
head.
"Children--children!" said Amy, pleadingly. "Don't be naughty."
"All right--little mother!" promised Will.
"But, seriously, I often think of that girl," went on Mollie. "She
seemed very nice, and in such trouble."
"Funny about being up a tree, though," said Will, drily. "Maybe she was
one of the original tree-dwellers, and reverted to her ancient days."
"You are hopeless," murmured Grace. "Don't encourage him, girls."
"If they don't I'll pine away and go into a gradual decline," said Will,
languishingly, trying, unsuccessfully, to put his head on Amy's
shoulder.
"Stop it!" she commanded.
"I have it!" cried Frank. "That girl wasn't--well, not to put too fine a
point upon it--she wasn't just right in her head. That's why she climbed
a tree."
"Poor girl!" spoke Amy. "I hope she found some friends, at any rate,"
and Amy thought of the mystery surrounding her own life, and how
fortunate she had been to find such a good home with Mr. and Mrs.
Stonington.
Talking of the recent happening, laughing and joking, the young people
were soon in Deepdale, and a little later had separated to their several
homes.
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