"Cora," called Daisy, "I forgot to tell you. I found this little
satchel by the road where we stopped."

Cora gazed at the black bag that Daisy held up for her inspection.

"Why," faltered Cora, "that must belong to Clip. Why didn't you
ask to whom it did belong?"

"I really never thought a word about it until Maud said just now
it must be Clip's."

"But why did you pick it up without asking?" insisted Cora, her
voice somewhat indignant.

"It was dropped on the road. I thought of course it belonged to
some of the girls, and just threw it in my car in a hurry when you
called to us to hasten along," said Daisy, her voice sharp and
eyes flashing.

"I am sure it must belong to Clip," said Cora, calming down. "I
hope it will not inconvenience her."

"I wish you would take the smelly thing," shouted Daisy. "It
smells like papa's office, and I hate drugs."

"Clip was going to see some sick relative," went on Cora, "and of
course the satchel - "

"Must be filled with the sickness," and Daisy laughed
sarcastically. "Well, papa's bag smells that way, but he has more