sunshine streaming cheerfully in their windows. And they would throw
themselves with more than usual energy into the activities of the day. Yet
try as they would, they could never quite blot the tragedy from their
minds.

On the afternoon of the day before they were to start for Moonlight Falls,
the girls were gathered in Betty's garage at the back of the house, where
the Little Captain was giving her car one last overhauling to make sure
that it was in perfect condition for the trip. Mollie suddenly espied the
postman coming down the street.

Now the postman was a very popular man with the girls, for the reason that
he brought almost daily some message from the boys on the other side. He
sympathized with the chums so fully in their desire for letters with the
red triangle in one corner that he actually confessed to a guilty feeling
when he had no missive of the sort for them.

So now, as Mollie ran toward him with outstretched hand, he held up to her
delighted gaze not only one letter, but four.

"One for each of you," he said beamingly, as Mollie reached him. "I
thought that probably I would find all four of you at one place, so I kept
the letters together."

"Oh, thanks, it is awfully good of you," said Mollie absent-mindedly, as
she took the welcome letters and hurried with them back to the garage.
"One for each of us, just think of that!" she cried to the questioning
girls. "It looks as if the boys had all written at the same time. Put down
your duster, Betty, for goodness' sake, and read what Alien has to say.
Maybe," she added hopefully, as she ripped her envelope open, "they will