Bess and Belle had nearly everything they
wanted--which list was not a small one. But mostly they wanted Cora
Kimball, and they looked up to her, deferred to her and loved her,
with a devotion that comes only from sweet association since early
childhood.
"Cheerful Chelton!" Somehow I cannot seem to forego the temptation
of using that expression again. It was a typical New England
village, the nearness of it to New York not having spoiled it.
Of late, the invasion of many automobiles had threatened to turn it
into a "popular" resort. There was already one garage, and another
in building, and to the trained and experienced motorist, no more
need be said.
It was to Chelton that Cora Kimball and her chums had returned,
following their summer at Crystal Bay. Cora, after trying in vain to
get some of her chums, by telephone, to come for a little motor run
with her, had gone alone, coming back to find Best at her home, when
the events narrated in the initial chapter took place.
Now the two girls were on their way upstairs to impart the news
contained in the telegram, to Mrs. Kimball.
"Do you--do you think she'll faint?" asked Bess.
"No--of course not! Mother isn't of the fainting sort," replied
Cora, for Mrs. Kimball, a widow since her boy and girl were little
children, was used to meeting emergencies bravely and calmly.
"I wonder what could have happened to Jack?" mused Bess, as they
reached the upper hall.
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