Our Next-Door Neighbors Part 8

The stage stopped to allow us to get in.

Mutual explanations followed. Ours were brief and substantiated by the doc.u.ments in evidence.

"Now," I said turning threateningly to Ptolemy, "what did you come here for?"

"To show them," indicating Beth and Rob, "how to get here and to look after Di so you and mudder could enjoy your vacation," he replied glibly.

Beth laughed mirthfully.

"Check! Lucien."

"Didn't Huldah warn you," I asked her, "that our whereabouts were to remain unknown?"

"Ptolemy," she replied, "is evidently a mind reader, for he told me where you were before I saw Huldah."

"Why, Ptolemy, how did you know where we were?" asked Silvia.

"I was on top of the porch when you told stepdaddy about coming. I didn't tell the others. I won't bother you any. And I know how to look after Di. You won't send me back, mudder," he pleaded, looking wistfully at the foam-crested water of the little lake.

I wondered mutely if Silvia could resist the appeal in the eyes of the neglected boy when he turned his imploring gaze to hers, and the delight depicted in Diogenes' eyes at "Tolly's" arrival. She could not.

"You may stay as long as we do," she said slowly, "if you are a good boy and will not play too rough with Diogenes."

We had reached the hotel by this time, and with a wild "ki yi"

Ptolemy dashed for the sh.o.r.e, dragging the delighted Diogenes with him.

"It's only fair to Huldah to take one more off her hands," Silvia said apologetically.

"Them Three is what bothers me," I complained. "If they, too, follow after, Heaven help them! I won't."

"It's a good arrangement all around," declared Rob. "I judge it takes a Polydore to understand his ilk, so the kids can pair off together.

Miss Wade will be company for you, while Lucien and I go fishing."

He looked keenly at Beth as he spoke, but Beth was looking demurely down and made no sign of having heard him.

Silvia and I went with Beth to her room, and then she told her story.

"Knowing Lucien's failing, I was not surprised at receiving no response to my letter. When I got out of the cab in front of your house, a wild-looking boy, very bas-relief as to eyes, and who I felt sure must be Ptolemy of the Polydores, appeared. As soon as he saw me he gave utterance to a blood-curdling yell of--'Here she is!'

"In response to his call three of his understudies came on with headlong greeting.

"'You are Beth, aren't you?' Ptolemy asked me. Then he drew me aside and in mysterious whispers told me where you were and that you had written me to join you here. He added that stepdaddy never remembered to mail letters. I went within and interviewed Huldah who confirmed his information.

"Presently I saw a taxi stop before the house.

"'That's him!' exclaimed Ptolemy.

"'Him who?' I asked.

"'Rob somebody--stepdaddy's college chum. He wrote he was coming, and they thought they had postponed him.'

"With a sprint of speed the four Polydores surrounded your Mr.

Rossiter, all talking at once. I came to the rescue, of course, and explained the situation, and we decided to follow you.

"Ptolemy was promoter for the trip and suggested the advisability of his accompanying us as courier and future nursemaid to Diogenes. He was intending to come anyway, but thought he'd wait for us. He had all his belongings packed."

"He hasn't many except those he had on," said Silvia thoughtfully.

"He has some swimming trunks, two collars, two shirts, some mismated socks, homemade fishing tackle and a battered baseball bat. We came away surrept.i.tiously to escape detection by the trio left behind. I knew you wouldn't welcome his presence--but he said he was coming anyway, so we thought we might as well bring him and express him back."

After visiting with Beth for a few moments, Silvia and I withdrew to talk matters over confidentially.

"All's well that ends well," I quoth.

"It hasn't ended yet," reminded Silvia. "I trust Ptolemy didn't reveal what you said about Rob's being a woman-hater and Beth a flirt."

Ptolemy conveniently appeared just then, as he generally did in the midst of private interviews. Silvia asked him if he had repeated those remarks to Beth or Rob.

"Why, no," he said. "I knew you didn't want her to know, because stepdaddy said so, and I thought he wouldn't like to be called that, and I wasn't going to give Beth away to him."

"You're all right, Ptolemy!" I exclaimed, for the first time awarding him approbation.

Out on the veranda we met Rob.

"Say, those Polydores certainly have the punch and pep," he declared.

"I'd like to have fetched the whole bunch along with me."

"If you had," I replied dryly, "our life's friendship would have died on the spot."

CHAPTER VII

_In Which Nothing Much Happens_

"Why Hope Haven?" asked Rob reflectively, when he had taken inventory of the possibilities of the resort.

"Because," sighed Silvia, "so many hopes--vacation hopes--must have been buried here."

Rob was of an investigating turn of mind, however, and he had heard from a native of H. H., as he had abbreviated the place, that there was a smaller lake, abounding in fish, farther on through the forest.

It was so strongly fortified, however, by the formidable battalions of sharp-shooting insects that but few fishermen had ever been able to lay siege to it.

Rob and I being poison proof decided to try our luck and pitch camp for a few days on the sh.o.r.es of this hidden treasure. As we had to send to town by the stage driver for the necessary supplies, we remained in H. H. the remainder of the day.

We at once paired off in Noah's most approved style as Rob had outlined. Beth and Ptolemy went up sh.o.r.e, sticks and stones and rocks being no obstacles to their feet. Rob and I sought the society of the snakes, while Silvia and Diogenes, mosquito-netted, watched a game of croquet.