style="font-size:15px;"> Mary Louise gasped and looked conscience-stricken.
“We did forget!” she exclaimed. “But we can play now just as well as not – at least, if you’ll take us home to get our shoes and rackets.”
“O.K.,” agreed Max. He turned to Norman. “Get into the rumble, old man. I crave to have Mary Louise beside me.”
The car started forward with its customary sudden leap, and Max settled back in his seat.
“We’ve got some great news for you, Mary Lou,” he announced immediately. “Big picnic on for this coming Saturday! Rounding up the whole crowd.”
Mary Louise was not impressed. Picnics seemed tame to her in comparison with the excitement of being a detective and hunting down thieves.
“Afraid I have an engagement,” she muttered. She and Jane had a special arrangement, by which every free hour of the day was pledged to the other, so that if either wanted to get out of an invitation, she could plead a previous date without actually telling a lie.
“The heck you have!” exclaimed Max, in disappointment. “You’ve got to break it!”
“Sez you?”
“Yeah! Sez I. And you’ll say so too, Mary Lou, when you hear more about this picnic. It’s going to be different. We’re driving across to Cooper’s woods – ”
“Oh, I’ve been there,” yawned Mary Louise. “There’s nothing special there. Looks spooky and deep, but it’s just an ordinary woods. Maybe a little wilder – ”
“Wait! You women never let a fellow talk. I’ve been trying to tell you something for five minutes, and here we are at your house, and you haven’t heard it yet.”
“I guess I shan’t die.”
With a light laugh she opened the car door and leaped out, at the exact moment that Jane and Norman jumped from the rumble, avoiding a collision by a fraction of an inch.
“Tell me about it when I come out again,” called Mary Louise to Max as she and Jane ran into their respective houses to change.
Freckles met Mary Louise at the door.
“Can I go with you, Sis?” he demanded.
“Yes, if you’re ready,” she agreed, making a dash for the stairs. Her mother, meeting her in the hall, tried to detain her.
She asked, “Did the girl like the clothes, dear?”
“Oh, yes, she loved them,” replied Mary Louise. “I’ll tell you more about it when I get back from tennis. The boys are pestering us to hurry.”
Three minutes later both she and Jane were back in the car again, with Freckles and Silky added to the passenger list.
Max immediately went on about the picnic, just as if he hadn’t been interrupted at all.
“Here’s the big news,” he said, as he stepped on the starter: “There are gypsies camping over in that meadow beside Cooper’s woods! So we’re all going to have our fortunes told. That’s why we’re having the picnic there. Now, won’t that be fun?”
“Yes, I guess so. But I really don’t see how Jane and I can come – ”
She was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder from the rumble seat.
“I think we can break that date, Mary Lou,” announced her chum, with a wink.
Mary Louise raised her eyebrows.
“Well, of course, if Jane thinks so – ” she said to Max.
“It’s as good as settled,” concluded Max, with a chuckle.
But Mary Louise was not convinced until she had a chance, after the game was over, to talk to Jane alone and to ask her why she wanted to go on the picnic when they had such important things to do.
“Because I had an inspiration,” replied Jane. “One of us can ask the gypsy to solve our crime for us! They do tell strange things, sometimes, you know – and they might lead us to the solution!”
CHAPTER V
The Stolen Treasure
“I’m not just tired,” announced Jane Patterson, dropping into the hammock on Mary Louise’s porch after the tennis was over. “I’m completely exhausted! I don’t believe I can even move as far as our house – let alone walk anywhere.”
“Oh, yes, you can,” replied Mary Louise. “You’ll feel lots better after you get a shower and some clean clothing. Four sets of tennis oughtn’t to do you up. Many a time I’ve seen you good for six.”
“I know, but they weren’t so strenuous. Honestly, you and Max ran me ragged. I tell you, Mary Lou, I’m all in. And I couldn’t walk up that hill to Miss Grant’s house if it meant life or death to me.”
“But think of poor Elsie! She may need us now.”
“Oh, what could we do?”
“I don’t know yet. But we have to go to find out just what was stolen, if for nothing else. She may know by this time.”
“Then why not let the boys drive us up?” asked Jane, with a yawn.
“You know why. We can’t let them into the secret: they’d tell everybody. And I bet, if the thing got out, Miss Grant would be so mad she’d have Elsie arrested then and there. No, there’s nothing for us to do but walk… So please go get your shower.”
Wearily Jane struggled to her feet.
“O.K. But I warn you, I may drop in my tracks, and then you’ll have to carry me.”
“I’ll take a chance.”
Mary Louise met another protest from her mother, who tried to insist that her daughter lie down for a little rest before supper. But here again persuasion won.
“Really, I’m not tired, Mother,” she explained. “It’s only that I’m hot and dirty. And we have something very important to do – I wish I could tell you all about it, but I can’t now.”
Her mother seemed satisfied. She had learned by this time that she could trust Mary Louise.
“All right, dear,” she said. “Call Jane over, and you may all have some lemonade. Freckles said he had to have a cold drink.”
The refreshments revived even Jane, and half an hour later the two girls were walking up the shady lane which led towards the Grant place. It wasn’t so bad as Jane had expected; the road was so sheltered by trees that they did not mind the climb.
Once inside the hedge they peered eagerly in among the cedar trees for a glimpse of Elsie. But they did not see her anywhere.
“She’s probably in the kitchen helping Hannah with the dinner,” concluded Mary Louise. “Let’s go around back.”
Here they found her, sitting on the back step, shelling peas. She was wearing her old dress
