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"Had I not been so dreadfully careless Olga would never have got hold of that box when she was mad and run off with it. And suppose she doesn't think the things in it are worth much? She might throw them away!" So, despite the good time they had had at Stella Latham's party, Janice went to bed in no happy frame of mind. Saturday was bound to be a very busy day; and Janice did not wake up early.
'Fore you came, Miss Janice, if Marty was diggin' in the garden an' found a worm, he thought he was goin' fishin' and got him a bait can and a pole, an' set right off for the lake that's right!" and Walky shook all over, and grew so red in the face over his joke that Janice was really afraid he was becoming apoplectic.
"Hardest dollar ever I airned," repeated Walky, shaking his head, "and jest carryin' a mess of goose feathers "Hullo! who's this here comin' aboard?" Janice had run to answer a knock at the side door. Aunt 'Mira came more slowly with the sitting room lamp which she had lighted. "Well, Janice Day! Air ye all deef here?" exclaimed a high and rather querulous voice. "Do come in, Mrs.
Only, of course, I have not told them why I am so anxious to find her." They finished dinner, and Delia came in to clear away, with her plump lips pouting and a general air about her of having been much injured. But Mr. Day, now so used to the vagaries of hired help, made no comment. He and Janice went into the living-room. This, at least, was homelike and clean.
"Goodness me, Janice! what do you think of that? There is a lot more of it, too." "Then if Juan Dicampa is not dead " began the girl. "Sure, Uncle Brocky ain't dead!" finished Marty. "At least, dear girl," said Nelson, sympathetically, "there is every reason to believe that what Marty says is true." "Oh, I can hope! I can hope again!" she murmured.
No noisier or more ill-favored crew, Janice Day thought, could ever have been gathered under the roof of the Inn, than she now saw as she pushed open the screen. Tobacco smoke poisoned the air, floating in clouds on a level with the men's heads, and blurring the lamplight. There was a crowd of men and boys at the door of the dance hall. At the bar was another noisy line.
The lumps of soft coal Olga Cedarstrom had thrown at the cats had made an awful mess of the place, Janice very well knew. As she turned the corner into Knight Street there was Arlo Weeks, Junior, just ahead of her. Arlo Junior, the cause of the morning's trouble! Arlo Junior, the cause of Olga's leaving the Days in the lurch!
"Marty Day!" cried Janice, clasping her hands, "I didn't notice it before. But you even talk differently from the way you used to. Since the bar at the Inn has been open I believe you boys have got hold of an entirely new brand of slang." "Huh?" said Marty. "Why, it is awful! I had been thinking that Mr. Parraday's license only made a difference to himself and poor Marm Parraday and his customers.
For the next few hours cold and hunger and disease were not in evidence, however; and it took little persuasion from the squire, who dearly loved jovial company, to induce the visitors to stay on to tea, and then to supper. While they were enjoying the latter, the interruption Janice had expected came at last.
"Oh, Jack," cried the girl, imploringly, "you cannot if you love me, you cannot ask such a thing of me." "He puts it well," asserted Mr. Meredith. "Dost intend to obey me, child, or " "Oh, dadda," chokingly moaned Janice, "you know I have promised obedience, and never will I be undutiful, but "
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