only one going South, Mr. Ford. We may go too."
"Go South? What do you mean?" he asked.
"Mr. Stonington has purchased an orange grove in Florida," Betty went on, "and Amy has asked us all down there. Do, please, say that Grace can go!" and she blew him a kiss, for the four chums shared their parents and friends as they did their—well, let us say—chocolates.
"Florida," spoke Mr. Ford, musingly. "I wonder if, by any chance, Will could have gone there? Many young men go down South in the winter to work as waiters in the big hotels. But I hardly think he would be so foolish. Well, of course if Grace wants to go"
"I do want to, Daddy, but poor Will"
"Oh, I'll find him. He has just gone off on some little trip, perhaps. Verly likely he has written to us and the letter has miscarried. Or he may be carrying it around in his pocket, thinking he has mailed it. Yes, I think you may go, Grace, if the others do. Don't worry about your brother. We'll have trace of him soon."
"I'm sure we all hope so," said Mollie, impulsively. "We are thinking of taking Betty's boat down with us."
"A good idea. I wish I could go. And it is fortunate that, on account of a change in the
