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Updated: May 20, 2025
"He isn't always wondering what you are going to do next and telling you not to," explained Bob to Ida Bellethorne as the party started out from Mountain Camp. "Not like a woman, oh, no!" "Hush, bad boy!" cried Bobby. "What do you mean, throwing slurs at women?" "You know even if Mrs. Canary had seen us start off she would have given us a dozen orders before we got out of earshot.
Of course, if Ida had found anything she would have told you?" "I cannot be responsible for what Ida Bellethorne would do or say," replied the shopwoman grimly. "Not having been here myself when you came, Miss " "Oh, yes! I understand," said Betty hastily. "Well, thank you for keeping the blouse for us. Good-bye." She and Bobby were not greatly pleased with Mrs. Staples.
Bolter has sent that beautiful black horse that he bought in England." "Oh, indeed? I heard of that mare. To Cliffdale? I believe there is a stockfarm there. It is some distance from my friend Canary's camp, however." "Do you suppose that girl got there?" whispered Bobby to Betty. "Even if she did, how disappointed she must be," Betty rejoined. "I am awfully sorry for Ida Bellethorne."
Ida gave her a tearful smile, and Betty kissed her. And then the latter suddenly remembered again her lost locket. She gave a little jump in her chair. But she did not speak of it. Not for a moment did she believe Ida Bellethorne would be guilty of stealing her trinket. Uncle Dick evidently did not think of that possibility, either.
Gradually even Betty and Bobby were convinced that there were several other matters to worry about that were connected with neither Ida Bellethorne the girl nor Ida Bellethorne the horse. The belated train finally got to the junction where there was an eating place. But another train had passed, going south, less than an hour before and the lunch counter had been swept almost bare.
Pevy's, she had been told, was the second house beyond on the blacksmith side of the road. It proved to be a comfortable looking cottage with a barn at the back, and she urged Ida Bellethorne around to the barn without stopping at the house. The barn door was open and a man in greasy overalls was tinkering about a small motor-car.
The company has been augmented by the engagement of several soloists, among them Madam Ida Bellethorne, the English soprano, who has made many friends here during the past few years." "Day after to-morrow!" exclaimed Bobby, the first to speak. "Why! maybe if you can go to New York you will see her, Ida." "Day after to-morrow," repeated Ida, anxiously. "Can I get to New York by that time?
"Are either of you young ladies prepared to buy this blue blouse?" "Oh, yes, indeed!" cried Bobby, who had taken a fancy to the blouse. "I've got money enough. And it was nice of Miss Bellethorne to finish it for me before she went. I wish I might thank her personally." "I do not expect to see Ida again," the shopwoman repeated in her most severe manner, wrapping up the over-blouse.
I am not afraid of your Ida Bellethorne. And none of the boys or men is here. I'll go for the doctor." "I don't know if it is best for you to," groaned Ida. "Call Mrs. Candace." They were in the kitchen, and Ida ran to summon the farm woman while Betty got into her coat. Mrs. Candace came, hurrying. "What is this I hear?" she demanded. "I couldn't let you ride that horse.
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