“I’m taking no chances,” the other man insisted. What do you think they are, state troopers?” “They wouldn’t suspect anything even if they did happen to notice the net.
“Those kids rode into the clearing after we passed them on the highway. “Don’t be stupid,” the other voice said hoarsely. That voice, she felt sure, belonged to Jeff! “You’re taking an awful chance,” came a whining whisper. Doubt if the farmer even remembers it’s there.” “–abandoned barn,” someone was saying, “on that truck farm. It seemed to Trixie that she had hardly closed her eyes when she was awakened by the sound of whispering on the other side of the thin beaver-board wall that separated the library from one of the back rooms in the cafeteria. “Let’s doze right here in these comfortable chairs. “Wish I’d stayed back at the Swan with Miss Trask and taken a nap.” “I always get sleepy on rainy days,” she yawned, bored. Trixie scribbled a few answers in the blank spaces after the questions in the test, but in a short while her thoughts began to wander. “The one who gets through first and has the most right answers is the smartest.” “Let’s find out how smart we are.” She bought two copies of the magazine and Trixie followed her to a quiet corner of the library. “This quiz test looks like fun,” she said.
Honey was examining a magazine at the newsstand. I wish we could fall asleep and not wake up until it’s time to start looking for Jim tomorrow morning.” Everybody in Autoville seemed to have gathered inside and out of the clubhouse, and people were waiting in line for the use of the Ping-Pong table. They raced around the park in their oilskin capes and hoods and sloshed up the steps to the cafeteria veranda. They’ve already brought in so much mud Trixie and I’ll have to spend most of the morning scrubbing the place.” “And please don’t let the dogs follow us. If either of you should catch cold it would ruin the trip.” “I’ll take a nap, but wear your slickers and rubbers.
Let’s dash over to the restaurant and play some Ping-Pong before dinner.”
The rain kept up a steady drumming on the roof of the trailer all day, and the girls were forced to play indoor games and read, but it was hard to control their impatience.Īt last Trixie said restlessly, “I can’t stand being cooped up here any longer. Sure enough, it was already sprinkling when the girls returned their horses to the riding academy, and they had to run all the way to the Swan to keep from getting soaked.
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