"Which way," I resumed, ignoring these interruptions, "did Tolly go--that way?" pointing towards the woods. "No! Tolly goed--" and he trailed off into his baby jargon which no one could understand, but he pointed to the lake. "What did he say when he went away; when he tied the rope around you?" "Bye-bye." "What else?" Diogenes' intentions to be communicative were certainly all right, but not a word was intelligible. As he kept picking at his dress and pointing to it, I finally prompted: "Did Tolly pin a paper to Di's dress?" "'m--h'--m." "Bravo, Lucien!" applauded Rob. "They say you can induce a witness to admit anything." "What did Di do with the paper?" I continued. The word he wanted evidently being beyond his vocabulary and speech, he made a rotary motion with his fist. The gesture conveyed nothing to our minds, but was instantly recognized and interpreted by the landlady's little girl, who said he meant a windmill such as she had sometimes made for him. "What did Di do with the windmill?" I asked. He pointed to the sandpile, which I investigated and found a stick planted therein. I pulled it up and saw a pin sticking in the end of it. Further excavation revealed a crumpled piece of paper on which was written in Ptolemy's round hand: "Want to see kids. Am going home. Tell Beth I bet she dasent go to the haunted house alone at night. Ptolemy." "Poor Huldah!" sighed Silvia. "I thought he was having the time of his life here," said Rob. "He was sore," declared Beth, "because you and Lucien wouldn't take him with you on the fishing trip. He was moping by himself all the morning." "Trying to think up some new deviltry," I theorized, "to make us feel bad." "No," asserted Silvia, "I think he really misses the boys. The Polydores, for all their scrappings, are very clannish. But how do you suppose he got down to Windy Creek?" "He could catch plenty of rides along the way, but what is puzzling me is how he got the money to pay his fare." "He seemed very well provided with cash," informed Rob. "I tried to pay for his ticket down here, but he insisted on buying it himself." Silvia worried so much about what might happen to him en route that after dinner I motored to Windy Creek with some tourists who had stopped at the hotel in passing. I called up long distance and after some delay got in communication with our house. Ptolemy himself answered and assured me he had arrived all "hunky doory", that Huldah, who was out on an errand, was "hunky doory", and that the kids were all "hunky doory." In fact, his cheerful tone indicated that the whole universe was in the beatific state described by his expressive adjective.