"I hope not," returned Hazel with a forced laugh.

Quickly the storm was gathering. With some apprehension Cora
directed the line of cars.

"You lead, Daisy," she said, "as your clothes are most
perishable."

"Indeed," shouted Cecilia, "my `strained' nurse suit will have to
go to the laundry if it gets wet, and that adds to the price -
reduces my bargain."

"Well, hurry, at any rate," commanded Cora. "I know of a barn we
may be able to make."

"We ought to meet Paul at the bridge," remarked Hazel, evidently
unable to dismiss her concern for her brother.

"Now, Hazel," exclaimed Cora, her voice carrying something of
vexation, "one would think you suspected - "

"You don't really think those boys would play a trick on him?"
interrupted Hazel. "Somehow I didn't like the way they looked -
as if they were plotting something."

Cora laughed heartily. "Why, you precious baby!" she managed to
say; "do you think boys of their caliber would tamper with the
mail? To say nothing of putting so nice a boy as Paul to
inconvenience?"