"Well, if this doesn't beat the Chinese!" murmured Tom.
"He must be very angry over something," murmured Nellie.
"I think he might have come and shook hands when he said good-by," said Grace with a pout.
"I think so myself," answered Tom. "Say, do you think it's that girl?" he went on, in his usual blunt fashion.
"It must be," answered Nellie, who was equally frank on all occasions. "I don't know what else it could be."
"But Dick hasn't done anything. I am sure of it. Why, I don't think he has seen her since we stopped at her home that time."
"Well, he seemed very attentive to her here in the stand," said Grace, "and if you'll remember, he didn't meet us when we arrived. I am sure Dora looked for him."
Tom gave a long sigh and shrugged his shoulders.
"This takes the edge off the victory," he murmured. "I thought the six of us would have a jolly time for the rest of the day."
"It certainly is too bad," answered Nellie. "But I don't think Dora is to blame."
"Oh, of course a girl will stick up for another
