"Why, no," replied Mollie wonderingly. "It must be over there on the table now. I remember I noticed it as I came into the room. I wondered, for a second, why you'd gone away and left it so near the open window.

That was before I looked through the window and saw what you were doing.

It must be there," and Mollie hurried over to the window.

The next moment she turned an astonished face to her sister. "Barbara!"

she exclaimed, "it isn't here, anywhere!" Indeed, the marble top of the little table was absolutely bare. There was no sign of either of the gold pieces.

"Let's look on the floor," said Barbara, quietly. "One of our guests may have unconsciously brushed them off."

Both girls stopped and began a careful survey of the carpeted floor, under the table, and near the window. Their search was unrewarded.

"Let's look in the gra.s.s outside," suggested Mollie. "You might have brushed them off as you went through the window."

"But didn't you say you saw them on the table, when you came back into the room and found me gone?" queried Barbara, thoughtfully.

"I was sure I did," Mollie replied. "But sometimes one remembers imaginary things. And if the money had been in the room when I came in, it would be there now. I'll ask mother--"

"No, don't," said Barbara quickly; "at least, not yet." Mrs. Thurston had gone into the kitchen directly after her return from the gate, and had heard none of the conversation. "There's no need to worry mother about it now. Of course we must find it somewhere. Money doesn't walk off by itself. We'll go out and look in the gra.s.s under the window."

On hands and knees the girls worked through the closely cropped gra.s.s underneath the sitting room window. Not two days before, they themselves had clipped this bit of lawn with big shears, and it was so close that there seemed no possibility of anything being hidden in it. Certainly nothing was to be found. The girls even looked over the short path, and ground near it. "Your skirts might have switched those small things a long way," observed Mollie, wisely. Yet, as before, the result was-nothing.

Giving it up, at last, the girls sat down in a little garden seat at one side of the tiny yard, and looked at each other ruefully.

"I am so glad I feel sure Miss Stuart will invite us to her party, now,"

commented Mollie dryly. "Our new gowns and the pink hair ribbons and the silk stockings will be so awfully fetching! But where, where, where, by all that's mysterious, can those double-eagles have flown?"

Suddenly she looked curiously at her sister. "Barbara, you are thinking of something!" she exclaimed. "Have you any nameable idea?"

"No," said Barbara, quickly; "it isn't nameable."

"All right; you never would talk when you didn't want to," complained Mollie. "And I know you want that money back as badly as I do. Tell you what-I'll say the fairies' charm. Don't you remember the one the old gypsy woman taught us? Wish she were here to say it for us! She promised to do all sorts of things for me when I found her in the field with a sprained ankle and helped her back to camp. Why! why! Barbara, this is _uncanny_-she's coming now!"

In truth, down the road a queer little bent figure was seen approaching.

"I know her," continued Mollie eagerly, "by that funny combination of red and yellow handkerchiefs she wears on her head. Do let's go and meet her and tell her-it can't do any harm."

"What nonsense, Mollie!" laughed Barbara. But she followed her younger sister, who had already started down the road toward the quaint, little, gaudily-turbaned dame.

Between them, the girls brought her into the yard, Mollie meanwhile busily explaining their predicament. "You'll help us, won't you, Granny Ann?" she coaxed childishly. "You said, that time that I helped you home, you'd always be near when I wanted you."

Granny Ann sat on the garden seat, looking gravely down at the half-laughing, half-serious girls huddled at her feet.

"I knowed," she began in a high, cracked voice, "I knowed my little fair one," lightly touching Mollie's curls, "would need me to-day. Far away I was, when I heard the shadow of her voice callin' out to me-and miles I have traveled to reach her. Granny Ann is thirsty, and she has had no food since morning." The old woman looked reproachfully at her listeners.

Barbara's eyes twinkled at Mollie's rather crestfallen face, when the sybil voiced this most human request. But she said cheerily: "All right, Granny; supper isn't ready yet, but I know mother'll have something."

Then Barbara hurried into the house, the gypsy dame waiting solemnly until she reappeared, a moment later, with sandwiches, doughnuts and a big gla.s.s of milk.

Granny Ann smiled, but she didn't speak until the lunch had quite disappeared. Then the old woman rose impressively. "There's one sure magic for fetching back money that has gone," she declaimed. "Because you have been good to me, 'Little Fair One,' you and your sister, I will say the golden spell for you." With her hands crossed, Granny Ann began to croon dreamily:

Gold is gladsome, gold is gay, Here to-night and gone to-day, Here to-day and gone to-morrow, Guest of joy and host of sorrow.

Gold of mine that's flitted far, Forget me not, where'er you are.

Mine you are, as Pluto wrought you, Mine you are, whoever's sought you, Come by sea or come by land- Homeward fly into my hand!

Three times Granny Ann repeated this. Then, with a queer dignity, oddly a.s.sorting with her variegated raiment, she turned to the girls. "It will return," she said; "now, I must go to my own people."

"But I thought you said you came here for us by yourself!" protested Mollie.

The gypsy dame drew herself up. "I travel not alone!" she said, stiffly.

"Good-bye."

"Oh, good-bye, and thanks ever so much, Granny Ann!" cried both of the girls.

But Granny Ann did not turn her head. Barbara looked at Mollie, her eyes dancing. "The blessed old fraud!" she teased; "her people decided to camp somewhere about, and she thought she'd come over for a call and a lunch, and whatever else she could get! I believe she actually expected us to cross her palm with silver for saying that little rhyme. But I wish I knew really--"

All at once a faint chug-chug sounded in the distance. In a moment a big red touring car appeared, enveloped in dust. "Why, it looks like Ruth's car!" exclaimed Mollie, excitedly. "Yes, I do believe that young man seated beside the chauffeur is the Mr. Townsend who was with them.

Barbara--"

But Barbara was walking quickly toward the gate. A moment later the automobile stopped before it, and Harry Townsend stepped out.

"Miss Thurston," he began, soberly, "have you lost any money?"

"Oh, yes!" burst out Mollie, who was just behind, before Barbara could speak; "two twenty-dollar gold-pieces! We've hunted and hunted. We had them this afternoon--"

"Then these must be yours," said the young man, extending his hand to Barbara. In it were two golden double-eagles. "When the young ladies were getting out at the hotel these were found on the seat, and Miss Stuart was sure you had dropped them out of your pocket, Miss Thurston, during the few moments you were in the machine. I am very glad to be able to restore them to you."

"Yes," said Barbara, "but I--" Then she stopped. "Thank you, Mr.

Townsend," she said, giving him a clear, direct glance. For some unknown reason the young man's eyes wavered under it, and he climbed hurriedly into the automobile. "I am very glad," he murmured again.

"Miss Stuart expects you to-morrow," he added quickly, and the machine backed round and hurried off.

Barbara stood looking at it, the money still in her hand. But Mollie was laughing happily. Then she saw Barbara's face. "Barbara, what is it, dear?" she demanded. "You look exactly as you did before Granny Ann appeared, and I asked you if you were thinking of something. What is it?

Can't you tell me?"

Barbara shook her head. "It really isn't anything, Molliekins. I did have an idea in my head, but I must be mistaken somehow. You are sure you saw the money on the table after I left the room? It must have been there, then, when the crowd from the automobile came in. I thought I saw some one standing near the table with one hand resting on it, when I came back and called out: 'Now, I've caught you!' But I must not think anything more about it. Please don't ask me any questions. Let us just be glad we have the money back. It is queer, though. Mr. Townsend says the money was found on the seat. I wonder who found it, and whether it was found on the front or back seat? Let's ask Grace. I don't understand it. But he brought the money back, and he's Miss Stuart's friend. Of course we will keep quiet, you and I, Mollie, whether the money was lost, strayed or stolen!"

"Well, I am sure, Barbara Thurston," Mollie answered a little indignantly, "I am not likely to talk of what I know nothing about. If there is any mystery about the disappearance of that money, I am sure you have left me utterly in the dark."

"Don't be cross," said Barbara, putting her arm in Mollie's. "But do you know if Mr. Townsend is a special friend of Gladys's?"

Mollie shook her head. "How should I know?" she said. "Let's go in, it's nearly dark."

CHAPTER III-RUTH'S PERFECT PLAN

Wonderment over the mystery of the money, and excited antic.i.p.ation of Ruth Stuart's luncheon and "plan," kept the Thurston girls from getting to sleep very early that night. They awoke bright and fresh next morning, nevertheless. Just before eleven they started on their two-mile tramp to the hotel. They were hardly out of sight of the house, however, when what should they see but the now familiar red car speeding toward them. "Look-yes, it is!" cried Mollie. "Ruth herself is making it go!"

The young driver waved a free hand for a second, as she neared them, then wheeled in a broad turn and stopped. "I was so afraid you might have started," she protested tactfully, "for it is such a fine morning for a nice leisurely walk. I was so anxious to see you that I simply couldn't wait, and I told Dad I'd take the 'bubble' and spin out to meet you. Now, won't you please hop in, and ride back with me?"