it. I'll tell you tomorrow morning. This afternoon I've promised to go for a drive with Mother."

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 CHAPTER VI

WORKING AT THE RIDDLE

But Doris did not have an opportunity to communicate her idea on the following morning, nor for several days after that. A violent three or four days' northeaster had set in, and for forty-eight hours after their expedition to Slipper Point, the river was swept by terrific gales and downpouring sheets of rain. Doris called up Sally by telephone from the hotel, on the second day, for she knew that Sally would very likely be at the Landing, where there was a telephone connection.

"Can't you get well wrapped up and come up here to see me a while?" she begged. "I'd go to you, but Mother won't let me stir out in this awful downpour."

"I could, I s'pose, but, honestly, I'd rather not," replied Sally, doubtfully. "I don't[Pg 66] much like to come up to the hotel. I guess you know why." Doris did know.

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"But you can come up to my room, and we'll be alone there," she suggested. "I've so much I want to talk to you about. I've thought of something else,—a dandy scheme." The plan sorely tempted Sally, but a new thought caused her to refuse once more.

"I'd have to bring Genevieve," she reminded Doris, "and she mightn't behave, and—well, I really guess I'd better not."

"Perhaps tomorrow will be nice again," ended Doris, hopefully, as she hung up the receiver.

But the morrow was not at all "nice." On the contrary, it was, if anything, worse than ever. After the morning mail had come, however, Doris excitedly called up Sally again.

"You simply must come up here, if it's only for a few minutes!" she told her. "I've something awfully important that I just must talk to you about and show you." The "show you" was what convinced Sally.

"All right," she replied. "I'll come up for[Pg 67] half an hour. I'll leave Genevieve 

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