Mr. Keppler has had to buy more
than one animal out before this; he will not pay attention to his
fences."
Betty sat down on a broad boulder and leaned up against an old
hickory tree.
"Stone in my shoe," she said briefly. "You'll have to wait just a
minute, Bob."
Bob sat down on the grass and began to hunt for four leaf clovers,
an occupation of which he never tired.
"Do you think Mr. Peabody opened your letter?" he asked abruptly.
Betty paused in the operation of untying her shoe.
"Who else would?" she said thoughtfully. "It wasn't even pasted
together again, but slit across one end, showing that whoever did it
didn't care whether I noticed it or not. I'll never mail another
letter from that box. I'll walk to Glenside three times a day first!"
"Well, the only thing to do is to clear out," said Bob firmly.
"You'll have to wait till you hear from your uncle, or at least till
the Benders get back. We promised, you know, that we wouldn't run
away without telling them, or if there wasn't time, writing to them
and saying where we go. That shows, I think, that they suspected
things might get too hot to be endured."
"I simply must get a letter from Uncle Dick or go crazy," sighed
Betty feverishly.
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