Two Little Women on a Holiday, Carolyn Wells [ink ebook reader .txt] 📗

with Mr. Forbes, and, who knows, maybe we might find the earring!”

“You’re going to search our boxes!” cried Alicia. “Well, I won’t submit to such an insult! I shall lock mine before I go out.”

“So shall I,” declared Dolly. “I think we all ought to. Really, Mrs. Berry, it’s awful for you to do a thing like that!”

“Mercy me! girls, how you do jump at conclusions! I never said a word about searching your rooms. I had no thought of such a thing! You mustn’t condemn me unheard! You wouldn’t like that, yourselves!”

“Indeed, we wouldn’t, Mrs. Berry,” cried Dolly, smiling at her. “I apologise for my burst of temper, I’m sure. But I hate to be suspected.”

“Be careful, Dolly, not to be selfish. Others hate to be suspected too—”

“Yes, but I‘m innocent!” cried Dolly, and as soon as she had spoken she blushed fiery red, and her sweet face was covered with confusion.

“Meaning somebody else ISN’T innocent!” spoke up Alicia; “who, please?”

“Me, probably,” said Dotty, striving to turn the matter off with a laugh. “Dolly and I always suspect each other on principle—”

“Oh, pooh! This is no time to be funny!” and Alicia looked daggers at the smiling Dotty.

“You’re right, Alicia, it isn’t!” she flashed back, and then Mrs. Berry’s calm voice interrupted again.

“Now, girlies, don’t quarrel among yourselves. There’s trouble enough afoot, without your adding to it. Take my advice. Go and put on some pretty dresses and then go for a ride, as I told you, and get your tea at the ‘Queen Titania’ tearoom. It’s just lately been opened, and it’s a most attractive place. But promise not to squabble. Indeed, I wish you’d promise not to discuss this matter of the earring. But I suppose that’s too much to ask!”

“Yes, indeed, Mrs. Berry,” and Bernice smiled at her. “I’m sure we couldn’t keep that promise if we made it!”

“Well, don’t quarrel. It can’t do any good. Run along now, and dress.”

The cheery good-nature of the housekeeper helped to raise the girls’ depressed spirits, and after they had changed into pretty afternoon costumes and donned their coats and furs, they had at least, partially forgotten their troubles of the morning.

But not for long. As they sped along in the great, comfortable car, each found her thoughts reverting to the sad episode, and oh, with what varied feelings!

Suddenly, Bernice broke out with a new theory.

“I’ll tell you what!” she exclaimed; “Uncle Jeff hid that thing himself, to see how we would act! Then he pretended to suspect us! That man is studying us! Oh, you needn’t tell ME! I’ve noticed it ever since we came. He watches everything we do, and when he says anything especial, he looks closely, to see how we’re going to take it.”

“I’ve noticed that, too,” agreed Dolly. “But it’s silly, Bernie, to think he took his own jewel.”

“Just to test us, you know. I can’t make out WHY he wants to study us so, but maybe he’s writing a book or something like that. Else why did he want not only Alicia and me but two of our friends to come for this visit? He studies us, not only as to our own characters, but the effect we have on each other.”

Dotty looked at Bernice with interest.

“You clever thing!” she cried; “I do believe you’re right! I’ve caught Uncle Forbes frequently looking at one or another of us with the most quizzical expression and listening intently for our answers to some question of right or wrong or our opinions about something.”

“I’ve noticed it,” said Dolly, though in an indifferent tone, “but I don’t think he’s studying us. I think he’s so unused to young people that everything we do seems strange to him. Why any of our fathers would know what we’re going to say before we say it. Mine would anyhow and so would Dot’s. But Mr. Forbes is surprised at anything we say or do because he never saw girls at close range before. I think we interest him just like his specimens do.”

“That’s it,” cried Dotty, “you’ve struck it, Doll. We’re just specimens to him. He’s studying a new kind of creature! And, maybe he did want to see what we’d do in given circumstances,—like an unjust accusation, and so he arranged this tragic situation.”

“No,” said Dolly, still in that unnerved, listless way, “no, that won’t do, Dotty. If it were true, he’d never let Mr. Fenn be so rude to us. Why, this morning, I’m sure,—I KNOW,—Mr. Forbes was just as uncertain of what had become of that earring as—as any of us were.”

“Well, have it your own way,” and Dotty smiled good-naturedly at her chum, “but here’s my decision. That thing is lost. Somehow or other, for some ridiculous reason, blame seems to be attached to my Dollyrinda. I won’t stand it! I hereby announce that I’m going to find that missing gimcrack before I go back to my native heath,—if I have to take all summer!”

“Aren’t you going home on Wednesday?” cried Dolly, looking aghast at the idea.

“Not unless that old thing is found! I’ll telephone my dear parents not to look for me until they see me. I’ll hunt every nook and cranny of Mr. Forbes’ house, and when I get through, I’ll hunt over again. But find the thing, I will! So there, now!”

“Why do you say Dolly is suspected?” asked Alicia.

“Oh, you all know she is, just because she hooked the foolish thing into her lace. She put it on the table after that, and every one of us probably handled it, but no, it is laid to Dolly! Just because she’s the only one of us incapable of such a thing,—I guess!”

“Why, Dot Rose, what a speech!” and Dolly almost laughed at the belligerent Dotty. “None of us would take it wrongly, I’m sure—but—”

“Well, but what?” demanded Alicia, as Dolly paused.

“Oh, nothing, Alicia, but the same old arguments. Mistake,— unintentional,—caught in our dresses,—and all that.” Dolly spoke wearily, as if worn out with the subject.

“Well, I’ve a new theory,” said Dotty, “I believe that Fenn man stole it!”

The other three laughed, but Dotty went on. “Yes, I do. You see, he’s never had a chance to take any of the treasures before, ‘cause Uncle Forbes would know he was the thief. But now he has all us four to lay it on, so he made the most of his chance.”

“Oh, Dotty, I can’t believe it!” said Bernice. “He didn’t act like a thief this morning. He was more like an avenging justice.”

“That’s just his smartness! Make it seem as if we did it, you know.”

“Nothing in it,” and Dolly smiled at Dotty’s theory. “He wasn’t here yesterday, at all. He didn’t know that I hooked the old thing on my waist,—oh, I WISH I hadn’t done that!”

“Never you mind, Dollums,” Dotty said, endearingly. “If he did do it, we’ll track him down. Because, girls, I tell you I’m going to find that earring. And what Dorothy Rose says, goes! See?”

Dotty’s brightness cheered up the others, and as they drove through the park, there were many sights of interest, and after a time the talk drifted from the subject that had so engrossed them.

And when at last they stopped at the new tea room and went in, the beauty and gaiety of the place made them almost forget their trouble.

“I’ll have cafe parfait,” said Dotty, “with heaps of little fancy cakes. We can’t get real FANCY cakes in Berwick, and I do love ‘em!”

The others were of a like mind, and soon they were feasting on the rich and delicate confections that the modern tea room delights to provide.

While they sat there, Muriel Brown came in, accompanied by two of her girl friends.

“Oh, mayn’t we chum with you?” Muriel cried, and our four girls said yes, delightedly.

“How strange we should meet,” said Dolly, but Muriel laughed and responded, “Not so very, as I’m here about four or five days out of the seven. I just simply love the waffles here, don’t you?”

And then the girls all laughed and chattered and the New Yorkers invited the other four to several parties and small affairs.

“New York is the most hospitable place I ever saw!” declared Dotty. “We seem to be asked somewhere every day for a week.”

“Everybody’s that,” laughed Muriel. “But you must come to these things we’re asking you for, won’t you?”

“I don’t believe we can promise,” said Bernice, suddenly growing serious. “You see, we may go home on Wednesday.”

“Day after tomorrow? Oh, impossible! Don’t say the word!” And with a laugh, Muriel dashed away the unwelcome thought. “I shall depend upon you,” she went on, “especially for the Friday party. That’s one of the best of all! You just MUST be at it!”

“If we’re here, we will,” declared Alicia, carried away by the gay insistence. “And I’m ‘most sure Bernice and I will be here, even if the others aren’t.”

“I want you all,” laughed Muriel, “but I’ll take as many as I can get.”

Then into the limousine again, and off for home.

“Oh,” cried Dolly, “that horrid business! I had almost forgotten it!”

“We can’t forget it till it’s settled,” said Dotty, and her lips came tightly together with a grim expression that she showed only when desperately in earnest.