My
nerves are all snarled up, and only a walk will unravel them. We
will have time to go as far as the hemlocks before those girls and
boys make up their minds to disband."
"But it is dark," objected Laurel.
"All the better; the quiet will be more effective. Come on, Laurel.
Surely you do not mind a dark evening."
"Oh, no indeed, Cora," she replied, winding her arm, about her
friend's waist, "but I was thinking it might shower."
"Oh, we could beat any shower," insisted, Laurel, "Come let us get
away before they miss us."
It was getting very dark indeed, but they heeded it not, so
interested were they in their chat.
They talked of many things, as girls will, and Laurel told much of
her half-wild life, on Fern Island, while Cora related some of her
own experiences. Then they returned to the house, where they found
the others assembled.
"Let's have some fun," suggested Walter.
"I vote for charades," said Jack. "I'll be a fish."
"All right!" exclaimed the nurse, entering into the spirit of the
fun, "here's where you swim!" and she poured a glass of water down
Jack's back. He accepted the challenge and made exaggerated motions
as if he were struggling in deep water. There was a gale of
laughter, and that was the beginning of a gay time. The troubles of
the past seemed all forgotten.
The now happy party remained together for several days and in the
meanwhile there were many developments.
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