ng the imparting of Cora's news to Bess, of her automobile mishaps, the day of the news which Bess retailed to her friend and chu

their way to speak to Dr. Blake, who had agreed to meet any train on which the stricken Jack might

he three girls sitting on the porch, Cora and Bess did find

was to deliver the blue stamped epistles, "for I've got a lot of

nvelope, as the messenger rode off on his wheel, certainly at a pace to justify

m Walter?"

tion on the football eleven, and that, with some extra studies he undertook, red

rote. "There is no need worrying, Cora," for he had written to her, rath

me on the early afternoon train, Thurs

her one of them (to be decided later) to meet Jack and Walter. There was no need of a physician to help Jack h

ntured Belle, thoughtfully gazing at her long, thi

laimed Cora. "Oh, you

her eyes l

ss, warmly. Bess was, of late, generally regarded as h

l lose a term,"

bad,

hat would persist in straying out from under her cap, for she, as well as the others,

new close formation!" declared Bess. "I wish I could get mine to

miling. "I found a new kind of hairpi

wave put in mine, but it costs twenty-five dollars, and it's awfull

s, Cora!"

r for demonstrations," laughed Cora. "It won't take a minute to show you

the latest "flat" mode, which, with its rather severe lines, is far from becoming to the average face. But

when you're shown?" c

to do mine tha

ster. "No, and don't think it. He's probabl

n up in the air with an assumption of dignity that ill sat upon her, the said ch

asked the voice of Mrs.

the girls the new hairpins. We ar

brary to the porch, and they were swung wide, for the fall tang in the air h

we go to the West Indies," murmured Bes

! But I don't

aid Belle

from the porch through

shed making the twist at the back of her head. "There's been a perfect swarm of them arou

some of the West Indian islands, so mamma says

ur time on Porto Rico?" asked

ome," spoke Bess, and as she paused the murmuring of the v

e an Armenian," ventu

sh ac

! You don't know how I envy you that trip.

"One trip papa has promised us is to Sea Horse Island, not far from Porto Rico. He is going there after orchids-you know he

ly sweet of

l, slim shadow. In surprise they looked up to see staring at them a girl whose

en from her valise to show to Mrs. Kimball. Cora's mother had arise

gan the lace seller, i

es mention Sea Horse I

not s

painfully se

, gently. "We are going the

Island?" and the girl's trem

and her voice grew rather colder than her sister's,

, if I could but go zere-my father-he is-he is

f Cora, who sprang forward, but too late, to catch the slim, inanimate