Early next morning Ruth and Barbara made full confession to Miss Sallie.
Mollie and Grace were not surprised, for they had been told enough of
the circumstances to expect the outcome. But imagine Miss Sallie!
"You mean to tell me, Ruth and Bab," she gasped, dropping limply into
the nearest chair, "that Harry Townsend is the jewel thief, the Newport
Raffles? Why, you girls have walked with him, talked with him, played
tennis with him! And Barbara has suspected him all the time! My
heavens!" she wailed, in despair. "Did it never dawn on you, Barbara,
that you might have been killed?"
Miss Stuart was overcome. "Ruth Stuart, my own niece, do you mean to
tell me that you lately discovered that 'this Townsend' was the thief
who tried to rob us in New Haven? Why was I not told at once? But then,
I am grateful I was not. And you, Mollie, fourteen-year-old Mollie, you
found out this wretch's accomplice, and discovered Mrs. Cartwright's
stolen butterfly! I never would have thought it of you!"
"But I didn't mean to, Miss Sallie. It was all an accident. I am awfully
sorry for that poor woman," answered Mollie.
"Nonsense, child!" said Miss Sallie. "I am grateful enough that such
dangerous people are out of the way."
The girls were standing in a circle round her. "Come to my arms," she
demanded of Grace. "Thank heavens, child, you have not turned detective,
and can be relied on to keep me company!"
"But it was just as much Grace's fault as it was mine that I discovered
the butterfly," argued Mollie, who could not see that Miss Sallie was
joking. "She was with me when I found it out." Everyone joined in the
laugh at Mollie's expense.
"Some one to see you in the library, miss," announced Susan, the parlor
maid. "She says she'd like to see you alone, first, and she'd rather not
give her name."
"Then you are not to go one step, Barbara Thurston," said Miss Stuart in
the voice the girls knew had to be obeyed. "There is no telling who it
is waiting for you, nor what her intentions may be toward you. You'd go
if you thought you'd be murdered the next minute. I never saw a girl
like you. I will go myself," announced Miss Sallie.
"Oh, no," said the girls, all pulling together at her skirts.
Miss Sallie had to pause. "If you think, young ladies," she said,
calmly, "that, because I have not unearthed a jewel robber, nor attacked
a burglar in the dark, I am therefore more of a coward than a parcel of
silly girls, you are vastly mistaken. Let go of me!" Miss Sallie marched
majestically forward.
"Susan, _I_ will go down."
"Oh, no'm," pleaded Susan, giggling. She had no idea what all the fuss
was about, but she knew it was most unnecessary. "Please'm, let me
whisper to you. It's only that Miss Gladys Le Baron, but I promised not
to give her name. I am sure she means no harm, miss. She looks like she
was worried and had been crying a bit, ma'am."
"It is all right, Barbara," said Miss Sallie. "From what Susan tells me
you may go downstairs alone."
Bab had not the faintest idea who could be waiting for her. In all the
excitement, she had entirely forgotten that she had told Gladys Le Baron
to come to see her this morning without fail. As soon as she opened the
library door, she remembered. "Good morning," she said, coldly.
But Gladys flung her arms about her neck and burst into a torrent of
tears. "I know it all, all!" she said. "Mrs. Post and Mrs. Erwin called
me into their rooms last night, and told me everything. I had expected
Harry Townsend to take me home from the ball, and, when he didn't put in
his appearance, I was so angry and behaved so badly Mrs. Post said I had
to be told at once. Mrs. Erwin wanted to wait until morning. O Bab, I
didn't sleep a wink last night!"
"I am sorry," said Bab, but she didn't really show a great deal of
feeling.
"Bab," Gladys went on, "I simply can't believe it! And to think you knew
it almost all the time! Mrs. Post says I have to believe it, now,
because the whole story is out. She says she was completely deceived,
too, and can understand why I thought Townsend was a gentleman. Father
seemed to think he was all right. He told us all about his being an
orphan, and who his rich relations were. Mrs. Erwin is so good. She just
says she is sorry for me, and hasn't uttered a word of blame. Only
think, I brought that dreadful wretch to her house, and I am responsible
for all the trouble! O Barbara, I can never face it!" Gladys wiped her
eyes again with her handkerchief, which was already wet with her tears.
"I want to go home to mother to-day, but Mrs. Erwin says I have to stay
with her a little while longer. She says that, if I rush right off now,
if I disappear the very same day Harry Townsend and that woman leave,
people will believe there is more between us than there really is. There
wasn't anything exactly serious, though I did like him. I am sure I
shall never hold up my head again."
"I wanted to warn you sooner, Gladys; believe me, I did," answered
Barbara; "but I knew you wouldn't listen to me, and would not believe a
word I said."
"I know, Barbara," said Gladys, humbly. "I have been a horrid stuck-up
goose. I know, now, if you hadn't seen him steal the necklace at Mrs.
Erwin's, we might never have found out who the thief was. Then I don't
know what dreadful thing might have happened to me, if I had gone on
seeing him and never understood his true nature. Do you think he could
have stolen my bracelet?"
"I know he did," Bab answered.
"The horrid, hateful thing!" cried Gladys, with a fresh burst of tears.
"Barbara, I want to ask you a favor. Will you beg Ruth to let me go back
to Kingsbridge in the automobile with you? I suppose I ask you because I
have been more hateful to you than to anyone else. I know if you will
forgive me the other girls will. Ruth will do anything you ask her."
"But I can't ask Ruth such a favor as that, Gladys," argued Barbara.
"There wouldn't be room in the car, for one thing."
"Oh, I could sit on the little seat and I would be as nice and give as
little trouble as I possibly could, if you will only ask her. I somehow
feel that if you girls will stick by me, now, other people will not
think so badly of me. They will know I have been a goose, and have been
dreadfully deceived by Harry Townsend, but they'll understand that I
never meant any wrong, and am not really bad. You see, Bab, you and
Mollie are my cousins. Everyone is sure to find out you helped to expose
the awful villain; so, if I am seen with you now, it will show that you
take my part, and that you knew I had only been deceived."
"Don't you think it is a good deal to ask of me, Gladys?" said Barbara,
speaking very slowly. She was thinking of every snub, every cruel thrust
Gladys had given her since they were children.
Gladys did not answer at first. Then she shook her head, and rose to go.
"Yes, Barbara," she said; "I know I don't deserve a bit of kindness at
your hands. I have been perfectly hateful to you, always. Good-bye."
"Oh, stay, Gladys," begged Bab, penitent in an instant. "I didn't mean
that. Of course we will all stand by you. Indeed, I shall ask Ruth if
you may go back in the automobile with us, and I am sure, if Miss Stuart
thinks there is room enough, Ruth will be delighted to have you. She is
always the dearest, most generous girl in the world," said Bab, her face
glowing with the enthusiasm she always felt in speaking of Ruth.
"Now," she continued, "do come on upstairs and take off your hat. You
must stay to lunch with us. Oh, no; you needn't be afraid of Miss
Stuart. She won't be unkind to you; she's a perfect dear! She'll just be
awfully sorry for you, when you tell her how badly you feel. Come on,
Gladys." Bab took hold of her hand.
"Won't you call Ruth down first?" urged Gladys. "I feel too much ashamed
to go right on up there among all of you."
Ruth and Bab, between them, persuaded Gladys to go to their rooms. To
their surprise, Mistress Mollie was the one to be appeased. She was not
so ready to kiss and make up as Bab had been, yet even Mollie's "hard"
little heart softened when she saw what a changed and chastened Gladys
the girls brought upstairs with them.
"You'll see I am going to be different," Gladys said to Bab, "and if
ever there's a chance for me to prove how I appreciate your being so
kind to me now, I shall do it. Of course, I don't expect you to have
much faith in me yet."
"Miss Barbara Thurston is requested to spend her last day in Newport as
the guest of honor of Governor and Mrs. Post on board their yacht, the
'Penguin,' which is at this instant awaiting her answer outside in
Narragansett Bay," said Ruth, with a flourish of a letter she held in
her hand and a low bow to Barbara.
"Goose!" shot Barbara at Ruth. "But are we all invited for a sail? How
jolly!"
"I am no goose, madam," retorted Ruth. "I mean what I say. Read this."
She handed Barbara a letter which Miss Stuart had received from Mrs.
Post only a few minutes before, and which read:
My Dear Miss Stuart,
We want, in some quiet fashion, to show our appreciation of, and
thanks to, the little girl who so patiently and cleverly kept her own
counsel, and so materially aided in the discovery of the jewel thief.
I feel that I did not do her justice. Governor Post and I both believe
that it is to her wit and courage that I owe the return of my emerald
necklace. I have talked matters over with Hugh, and, with your
consent, I should like to give a luncheon, in her honor, on board the
yacht at one o'clock to-morrow. We will spend the afternoon sailing in
the bay. Only our intimate friends will be invited and we feel that no
party could be complete, at Newport, without the presence of "The
Automobile Girls."
Faithfully yours,
Katherine Post.
"What larks!" cried Barbara, blushing with pleasure. "Has Miss Sallie
said we could go?"
"Certainly she has," rejoined Ruth. "I told Hugh so at once."
Columbia, the gem of the ocean,
The home of the brave and the free,
The shrine of each patriot's devotion----
The young people were in the bow of the yacht when the music commenced.
"Why, Hugh," Bab whispered to him in an undertone, "have we a band on
board? How perfectly delightful!"
"Young Miss America," Hugh answered, "you needn't think, for one minute,
that this party on the 'Penguin' is going to enjoy any ordinary
entertainment to-day. The band is not half. Just you wait, and see all
the remarkable things that are to take place on this blessed boat
excursion."
Earlier in the day, when Ruth and Grace first came aboard, they passed
through the salon on their way to the upper deck. Grace caught hold of
Ruth's sleeve and drew her back to whisper to her: "Has it ever occurred
to you that Harry Townsend might have stolen your fifty dollars that
disappeared after we spent our first day on the yacht? I have been
thinking that he must have been dreadfully hard up, or he never would
have tried the robbery at New Haven, or have stolen such a small sum
from you afterwards."
"Yes, I have thought about it," said Ruth, shaking her head, with a
forlorn gesture. "Isn't it too dreadful? Let's forget all about him
to-day."
The luncheon was announced promptly at one.
"'The Automobile Girls,' including Miss Sallie, will kindly stay on deck
until they are summoned," called Mrs. Post, sweeping on ahead, followed
by her other guests.
Miss Sallie and the girls waited in some excitement. The sun was shining
gayly on the deck of the little ship, which sailed through the water
like a white bird. All the flags were flying in Barbara's honor, as the
governor explained, when she came on board.
Suddenly Hugh's smiling face appeared at the open door. "Come in, now,"
he requested.
Miss Sallie and the girls marched into the long salon dining-room, while
the band played "Liberty Bell."
In the center of the luncheon table, raised on a moss-covered stand, was
a miniature automobile. In it sat five dolls wearing automobile veils of
different colors and long dust coats. Two of the dolls were blondes, the
other two were brunettes. But the stateliest and handsomest doll of the
lot had soft, white hair and reclined against a violet cushion. A pale
blue flag flew over the car. It bore the inscription: "The Automobile
Girls--Long May They Flourish!"
At either end of the table stood Hugh's and Ruth's silver cups, won at
the tennis tournament.
As Miss Sallie and the four girls took their places, Hugh raised one
cup, his mother the other. "We will drink from these loving cups," he
said, "to the health of our guests of honor, 'The Automobile Girls.'" He
then passed the cups, filled with a fruit punch, around the table.
At the close of the luncheon, Hugh again rose to his feet.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "I am going to make a speech."
"Don't do it, Hugh," laughed Ralph.
"All right, Ralph," said Hugh; "I won't. Barbara," Hugh leaned over to
attract her attention, and Barbara turned a rosy red, "here's a souvenir
of Newport for you. I guess it's a gift from us all." He motioned to his
friends around the table and handed to Bab a small green velvet box.
"For the girl who is always on the watch," he ended.
Barbara's eyes were full of tears. They came partly from embarrassment,
but most of all from pleasure. Inside the velvet case was a tiny gold
watch, set in a circle of small emeralds.
But Mollie was calling Bab to look at her gift. Mrs. Cartwright, who sat
next her favorite of the girls, had pinned a little, pearl butterfly in
the lace yoke of Mollie's gown. Ruth and Grace were each rejoicing in
their gifts, silver pins representing tennis racquets, their souvenirs
of the luncheon and their month's stay in Newport.
"It has been just too lovely!" said Mollie to Mrs. Post, as she bade her
good-night. "Yes, we start for home the first thing in the morning. In a
few days there will be no more 'Automobile Girls,'" she ended with a
sigh.
"Oh," said Ruth, laughing and coming up beside her, "who knows? You
never can tell! Good-bye, everyone," she said, taking hold of Bab's
hand. "We have had the time of our lives, just as we hoped we would.
Till we meet again," she finished with a smile.
The four girls ran down the gangplank and rejoined Miss Sallie.
As many of our readers will guess, the return to Kingsbridge did not
bring an end to the adventures of the natural and charming girls in
their automobile. Further adventures and a host of new things remain to
be told, but these must be deferred for narration in the next volume,
which will be entitled, "The Automobile Girls in the Berkshires; or, The
Ghost of Lost Man's Trail."
[The End]
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3 GRACE HARLOWE'S JUNIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL;
Or, Fast Friends in the Sororities.
4 GRACE HARLOWE'S SENIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL;
Or, The Parting of the Ways.
Cloth, Illustrated--Price, per Volume, $1.00
The Automobile Girls Series
By LAURA DENT CRANE
No girl's library--no family book-case can be considered at all complete
unless it contains these sparkling twentieth-century books.
1 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT NEWPORT;
Or, Watching the Summer Parade.
2 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS IN THE BERKSHIRES;
Or, The Ghost of Lost Man's Trail.
3 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS ALONG THE HUDSON;
Or, Fighting Fire in Sleepy Hollow.
4 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT CHICAGO;
Or, Winning Out Against Heavy Odds.
5 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT PALM BEACH;
Or, Proving Their Mettle Under Southern Skies.
6 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT WASHINGTON;
Or, Checkmating the Plots of Foreign Spies.
Cloth, Illustrated--Price, per Volume, $1.00