"Oh!" cried the pretty milkmaid to Hiawatha. "How could you--Jack Kimball?" "Oh!" answered Jack, who had quite recovered from his little auto accident. "Oh! How could you--Bess? And you know perfectly well you did squeeze my hand--once." "Oh, you horrid boy, I did not!" "Well, you may now, if you like," and he extended it, but Bess drew back. "And to think," cried the beautiful Psyche, who was Belle Robinson, "that I have actually been--" "Letting a perfectly strange chap make love to you!" added Paul, helping her out, for Paul was Marc Anthony, and had spent considerable time with Belle. "Oh!" cried the girl, recovering herself quickly. "Was that--making--love?" and she looked archly at him. "I--er--I rather hoped it was," he replied grimly. Night--Hazel, you must know--had been flitting around with Hiawatha and the clown, but toward the end the latter had attached himself to her, to the exclusion of the Indian youth, and now Walter Pennington, with a shake of his head which set all the foolish little bells to ringing, told Paul's sister how delighted he was to renew his acquaintance with her. Adonis and Rosebud had a table directly under the umbrella tree. "I must run in-doors for a second," Cora whispered to Ed when the ices were being passed. "I want to speak to Jack. I just saw him going in." "May I come?" "With me?" "Yes. You see, those bonds are burning a hole in well, in my lace handkerchief, and I wish Jack would put them in the safe in the house." "Why, certainly. Come along. But see, there is Antonio--and the nun is not with him." "Yes," spoke Ed. "I saw her go away with Priscilla." "Priscilla?" "Yes; and John Alden never spoke for himself." "Priscilla," murmured Cora. "Do you know who she was?" "No. Who?" "Mary Downs." "Mary--why, I thought she was out of town." "She was, but she came back to-day, and I helped her fix up a costume. And so the nun went off with her?" Cora walked slowly toward the house, Ed following. CHAPTER XX THE AFTERMATH Ed Foster and Jack Kimball sat in the library of the latter's home until quite late that night--long after the merrymakers had departed. "If you suspect who put the bonds into your pocket," Jack was saying, "don't you think the easiest way to clear it up would be directly to accuse the suspect?" "No," answered Ed, "for I feel that it will all come out shortly, without any unnecessary publicity. You see, the money and bonds may only have been--er--well, let's say borrowed. Just as many banks are robbed. Or the person who took it may have thought there was only a small sum in the wallet, and finding such a large one, probably became terribly frightened, and did not know what to do." "Well, of course it's your affair," returned Jack and looked thoughtful, "but, in a measure, it affects my sister." "It never did affect your sister, Jack, and never can. I am sorry about the wallet being found in her car, but there never was the most remote--"