The table was loaded. "Here Kit, open up that box of marshmallows. And put one in each cup of cocoa." "One! Why you stingy thing. I'll not drink it unless I have three!" exclaimed Bob. "All right, give the child what he wants!" Bet agreed. "Auntie Gibbs must have thought we were going to feed all of Lynnwood. Sending down a lunch this size!" laughed Shirley.

The girls looked at each other in surprise. They did not know what she was trying to say. Evidently Lynnwood did not please her. Indignation was not far away from Bet, who thought her home town was the best place in all the world.

The Legal Advisor is present and all members are called for an immediate consultation." Kit dropped into a chair laughing. "Proceed!" she announced. "The Legal Advisor has the chair!" laughed Shirley. "The question under consideration," began the Colonel, "is one of very great importance. It is that Shirley Williams should open an art and photographic shop right here in Lynnwood!"

What do you call it when you stand off a couple of western bad men, and recapture the tunnel all by yourself?" "Did you do that, Bet?" asked her father, turning on his daughter with a frown. "Please don't think I intended to keep it from you, Dad. I was waiting until we went back to Lynnwood," Bet answered penitently. Her father laughed. "Oh, Bet, girl, when will you learn to be cautious?

"Isn't it wonderful!" exclaimed Bet. "There are so many more things to entertain one here than in the cities. And after this, Lynnwood will seem dull." "I could never call Lynnwood dull," said the sensible Shirley. "We always managed to have plenty of adventure there, thanks to Bet who can find a thrilling mystery anywhere."

Then the newcomer started to explain things, hesitated and grew confused, but Bet exclaimed: "Who are you and where did you come from? I thought I knew everybody in Lynnwood." "I only came yesterday. I'm from Arizona and my name is Kit Patten." "Oh, you're the girl Mrs. Stacey phoned me about. I told her I would be over to see you when you came.

"Wouldn't old Peter Gruff open his eyes wide if he could see it?" exclaimed Bet. "How that man loves antiques!" Peter Gruff was a second-hand dealer in Lynnwood whose hobby was picking up antiques at a ridiculously low price and selling them at fabulous sums. In a trade, he could stand watching.

"That face indicates that Joy is happy." Bet was glowing with excitement. It was her first long trip away from her home in Lynnwood on the Hudson, and the promise of a summer of adventure in the Arizona mountains was almost too good to be true. Or so it seemed to the girl. Her one regret was that her father was not coming with her.

If you'll just tell me which way to start out. I'm lost!" laughed Kit. "Oh you can't get lost in Lynnwood if you'd try. All roads lead to Main Street," declared Bet. "Or away from Main Street, as I've found out this morning!" "Oh but you must stay for the picnic; we wouldn't enjoy it now without you," urged Joy. "But Mrs. Stacey might worry. No, I won't start in by causing her trouble.

Shirley put her arm around the frightened girl. "You're having a grand time here, and the fun is just beginning. You're not going to quit over the first unpleasant thing that happens to you. That's not playing the game. What would Lady Betty Merriweather do?" Joy laughed in spite of herself. "We always used to ask that question when we were in Lynnwood. Lady Betty meant a lot to us, didn't she?