he had found. "And you?" went on Quimby to the women.
"Why—" began Miss Norton.
"Absolutely all right," said Mr. Magee. "They come from Hal Bentley, like myself. He's put them in my care. I'll answer for them." He saw the girl's eyes; they spoke her thanks.
Mr. Quimby shook his head as one in a dream.
"All this is beyond me—way beyond," he rumi nated. "Nothing like it ever happened before that I've heard of. I'm going to write all about it to Mr. Bentley, and I suppose I got to let you stay till I hear from him. I think he ought to come up here, if he can,"
"The more the merrier," said Mr. Magee, re flecting cheerfully that the Bentley's were in Flor ida at last accounts.
"Come, mamma," said Miss Norton, rising, "let s go up and pick out a suite. There's one I used to have a few years ago—you can see the hermit's shack from the windows. By the way, Mr. Magee, will you send Mr. Peters up to us? He may be able to help us get settled."
"Ahem," muttered Mr. Magee, "I—I'll have a
