third time may not be so lucky for them—or for us."
"That's so," agreed Amy. "The first was that girl who disappeared so mysteriously. I wonder what became of her?"
"So do I," spoke Grace.
"And if she ever went back to the mysterious 'him' of whom she talked?" added Betty.
"Perhaps it was her—sweetheart—and they had a quarrel," suggested Will.
"Is it silly to—have a sweetheart?" asked Allen, with a glance at Betty, whose face was then turned toward him. 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 orig-
