"Till the next time," replied Cora, throwing in the second speed gear. "But we will certainly have to hurry now. What on earth do you suppose Walter will do with that ram?" "What on earth do you think the ram will do with Walter?" replied Ray. "He paid the farmer three dollars for him, and the man declared he could have him for nothing," said Belle. "Now, that three dollars--" "Would have bought orchids," interrupted Cora, teasing Belle for her sentimentality. "Cora," spoke Hazel suddenly, "did you hear what Ed said to Jack about Paul's hold-up?" "The forbidden topic," interrupted Gertrude. "Hazel, you don't want to lose the sheepskin for insubordination, do you?" "But, Gertrude, please," begged Hazel quite seriously, "I really must speak to Cora. I will promise not to be blue, but you know I am very anxious about Paul." "Then speak on, very briefly," replied Gertrude. "I will allow you exactly five minutes." "Thanks," said Hazel. "Cora," she began again, "Ed told Jack that the papers lost from the mail belonged to Mr. Robinson, and have to do with a very valuable patent. Do you suppose the post-office will do anything to Paul?" "Oh, you precious baby!" exclaimed Cora. "Don't you know that Paul has been entirely cleared? The mystery is simply who took the papers and otherwise left the mailbag intact?" "Poor Paul!" sighed the sister. "Poor Hazel!" added Cora. "A sister who is always worrying about a handsome brother is bound to lose him, eh, Gertrude?" Gertrude blushed. She had only met Paul once, and at that time her remark was so positive that Cora had seized the opportunity of teasing the girl. That she never noticed boys was Gertrude's claim at college, and now Cora was delighted to have a chance of reversing the claim. Daisy and Maud, who had been at some distance from the Whirlwind, now cut past Bess and Belle, making their way to the side of the big maroon car. "Cora," called Daisy, "I forgot to tell you. I found this little satchel by the road where we stopped." Cora gazed at the black bag that Daisy held up for her inspection. "Why," faltered Cora, "that must belong to Clip. Why didn't you ask to whom it did belong?" "I really never thought a word about it until Maud said just now it must be Clip's." "But why did you pick it up without asking?" insisted Cora, her voice somewhat indignant. "It was dropped on the road. I thought of course it belonged to some of the girls, and just threw it in my car in a hurry when you called to us to hasten along," said Daisy, her voice sharp and eyes flashing. "I am sure it must belong to Clip," said Cora, calming down. "I hope it will not inconvenience her." "I wish you would take the smelly thing," shouted Daisy. "It smells like papa's office, and I hate drugs." "Clip was going to see some sick relative," went on Cora, "and of course the satchel--"