I never travel without such a card. Ten to one, if your uncle were
ill or injured, his lawyer would have been notified immediately."
A weight of anxiety slipped from Betty's heart, for she immediately
recognized the sound common sense in this argument. Still, something
else was troubling her.
"Don't you think," she began again bravely, "that I had better go to
Pineville? The quarantine is lifted, I hear, and the Bensingers will
take me in till I can hear from Uncle Dick. You and Mrs. Littell and
the girls have been so lovely to me, but--but--" her voice trailed off.
Mr. Littell leaned back in his chair and lit a fresh cigar.
"Well, now of course," he said slowly, "if you feel that you want to
go to Pineville, we really have no right to say anything. But if I
were you, I'd stay right here. Your uncle may be intending to come
back to Washington. In any case, he will address his letter to you
here. Of that much we are certain. You'll hear more quickly if you
don't move about. Besides, there is that Henderson lad. I'm counting
on making his acquaintance. He's likely to bob up any day--though I
didn't mean to pun. If you want my advice, Betty, it is to stay here
quietly with us and wait as patiently as you can.
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