“If you do not,” and Nora tried to make her voice dignified and threatening, “why we shall be obliged to—”
“Obliged to laugh,” said Arthur Weston; “indeed you will. I think that we are even with Moffit; but we must watch for them, for they ’ll probably try to slip off without our seeing them.”
A moment later Brenda appeared, twisting her handkerchief between her fingers, while her eyes looked suspiciously red.
“The side door!” exclaimed Philip; “I never thought of that! ”
With one accord, following Philip’s example, they all ran down on the gravelled walk, just in time to see Agnes in her fawn-colored travelling suit enter the carriage, followed by Ralph Weston, who raised his hat in a last farewell, before taking the reins from Mr. Moffit, who stood at the horses’ head.
“Quick, Brenda, you ’ve forgotten the shoe,” but even as Julia spoke, Brenda threw a white kid shoe after the retreating carriage. It fell far from the mark, but Philip, running nimbly, picked it up, and in a second he had sent it with a hang against the back of the buggy.
“We did n’t accomplish so very much after all,” complained Tom Hearst, turning to Arthur Weston.
“No, Thomas was a base deceiver in making us think that they were going in the carryall. I suppose Moffit made him change. We have wasted a lot of white ribbon. I had great hopes that they would drive into Salem with those long white streamers floating in the wind.”
