"Can't be much worse than Sammy, yonder," chuckled Neale, who, with Agnes, was much interested in this part of the planning.

"Oh, Ruthie!" exclaimed the second Kenway sister suddenly, clasping her hands. "There's Cecile and Luke!"

"Where--what--?"

"I mean we invited them to come to the Corner House for the holidays."

"Ah-ha!" exclaimed Mr. Howbridge promptly. "The Shepards? Of course! I had already included them--in my mind."

"Mr. Howbridge! It will be more than a party. It will be a convention," gasped Ruth.

"It's such a lonely place that we'll need a big crowd to make it worth while going at all," the lawyer laughed. "Yes. Cecile and Luke are invited. I will have them written to at once--in addition to your own invitation to them, Miss Ruth."

"Dear me! you are just the best guardian, Mr. Howbridge," sighed Agnes ecstatically.

"And I think," Ruth added, "that you ought to think seriously of taking the Birdsall twins with us."

That was not decided at that time, however. And when the party got back to the old Corner House, just across from the Parade Ground at the head of Main Street, Mr. Howbridge was met with a piece of news that shocked him much more than had the thought of the twins making their home with him in his quiet bachelor residence.

A clerk from the lawyer's office awaited Mr. Howbridge. There was a telegram from Rodgers, the Birdsalls' ex-butler. It read:

"Ralph and Rowena away since yesterday noon. Hospitals searched.

Cannot have pond dragged. Two feet of ice. Wire instructions.

--Rodgers."

CHAPTER IV

ANTIc.i.p.aTIONS

Mr. Howbridge, before he hurried away to his office, asked Ruth:

"What do you think of that? And you suggest my keeping those twins--those two wild youngsters--in my home!"

"I will tell you what I think of that telegram," said the oldest Kenway girl, handing the yellow sheet of paper back to him. "I think that man Rodgers is not a fit person to have charge of the boy and girl."

"Why not?" he asked in surprise.

"Imagine thinking of dragging a pond in mid-winter--or at any other time of the year--for two healthy children! First idea the man seems to have. I guess the twins had reason for running away."

"Hear! Hear!" cried Agnes, who deliberately listened.

"Why, they have known Rodgers all their lives!"

"Perhaps that is why they have run away," said Ruth, smiling. "Rodgers sounds to me--from his telegram--as though he had one awful lack."

"You frighten me. What lack?"

"Lack of a sense of humor. And that is fatal in the character of anybody who has a pair of twins on his hands."

Mr. Howbridge threw up his own hands in amazement. "I must lack that myself," he said. "I see nothing funny, at least, in the idea of having Ralph and Rowena Birdsall in my house."

"It helps," said Ruth. "A sense of humor is what has kept me going all these years," she added demurely. "If you think a pair of twins can be compared to Tess and Dot and Sammy Pinkney--to say nothing of Aggie and Neale--"

"Oh! Oh!" shouted the two latter in chorus.

"You have a mean mind, Ruthie Kenway," declared the blonde beauty.

"I knew I wasn't much liked," admitted Neale O'Neil. "But that is the unkindest cut of all."

"You have had experience, I grant you," said Mr. Howbridge, about to take his departure. "But I foresee much trouble in the case of these Birdsall twins."

And he was a true prophet there. The twins had utterly disappeared.

The Arlington police--indeed, all the county officers together--could find no trace of the orphaned brother and sister.

Mr. Howbridge put private detectives on the case. The twins seemed to have disappeared as utterly as though they really were under the two feet of ice on Arlington Pond.

The lawyer searched personally, advertised in the newspapers, and even offered a reward for the apprehension of the children. A fortnight pa.s.sed without success.

The governess, Miss Mason, was discharged, for it seemed unnecessary to pay her salary when there were no children for her to teach.

Rodgers and his wife could give no aid in the search. They were rather relieved, if the truth were told, to be free of the twins.

"Master Ralph was hard enough to get along with," the ex-butler admitted. "But Miss Rowena was worse. They wanted to go back into their own house to live. They could not understand why it was shut up, sir," and the old serving man shook his head.

"They seemed to have taken a dislike to you, sir," he added to Mr.

Howbridge. "They said you 'hadn't any right to boss.' That is the way they put it."

"But I never even saw them," returned the lawyer. "I didn't try 'to boss' them."

"Well, you know, sir," Rodgers explained, "I had to give 'em reasons for things. You have to with children like Master Ralph and Miss Rowena. So I had to tell 'em you said they were to do this and that."

"Oh! Ah! I see!" muttered the guardian.

He began to believe that perhaps Ruth Kenway was right. He should have taken more of a personal interest in Ralph and Rowena. They had evidently gained from the ex-butler an entirely wrong impression of what a guardian was.

But the disappearance of the Birdsall twins did not make any change in the plans for the mid-winter visit to Red Deer Lodge. Mr. Howbridge had to go there in any case, and he would not disappoint the Kenways and their friends.

As it chanced, full three weeks were given the Milton schools at the Christmas Holiday time. There were repairs to make in the heating arrangements of both high and grammar school buildings. The schools would close the week before Christmas and not open again until the week following New Year's Day.

If Sammy Pinkney had had his way, the schools would never have opened again!

"I don't see what they have to learn you things for, anyway,"

complained the youngster. "You can find things out for yourself."

"That's rather an expensive way to learn, I've always heard," said Ruth, admonishingly.