Thus cried Grace, as a further search of her possessions did not reveal the box of candy. "What is?" asked Mollie, who had not heard the first frantic cry. "That lovely big box of chocolates father gave me! I'm sure I put it in the tray of my trunk when I was packing, but now----" A perfect storm of things seemed to fly from the trunk, not only the "annex," as Mollie termed the tray, but the "main hotel" as well. "Grace, you'll have this room a perfect sight!" protested Betty. "Can't help it!" returned the chocolate-lover. "I must find it. Amy, you were with me the day I packed; what did I do with that box with the pink ribbon?" "Oh, that; why the last I saw of it was on your dresser. Don't you remember? You took it out for a moment, after putting it in, to see if your ribbon box wouldn't go in that place better. Then you----" "Yes, I know!" interrupted Grace. "I forgot to put it back. Then the telephone rang, and I went to answer it. Will was in talking to you when I came back again, and----" "Perhaps he did not take it--you may have simply left it home," suggested Betty. Grace nervously tossed her possessions back into her trunk. There came a knock at the cabin door. "Come!" cried Mollie, who was in the outer apartment. "I say, Grace!" cried Will's voice as he entered. "There are two buttons off my coat--must have torn loose when we upset. Sew 'em on, will you?" "Not now, Will, I'm busy--I can't find something. I'll sew 'em on to-morrow." "Yes, around noon. We fellows are going off early. There may be a bear or two up here, and we brought our guns, you know." "I can't bother." "Then Amy will," said the boy. "Say 'yes,' Amy, and I'll give you a lovely box of chocolates, with a pink ribbon on!" "Will Ford!" cried Grace, striding up to him. "Give me my candy this instant!" "Your candy?" Will pretended much surprise. "Yes, certainly, my candy. The box of Walford's papa gave me!" She pulled his hand from behind his back and there was revealed the missing box of confections. "There it is!" Grace cried. "I knew he had my candy!" "Your candy? Say, Sis, if it's yours, how in the world did it get in my suitcase, I'd like to know?" "Was it there?" "Honor bright!" Grace looked puzzled for a moment, and then she exclaimed: "I see now. I had it in my hand when I went in your room as you were packing. I wanted to get a piece of wrapping paper for it, and just then you cut your finger, and----" "Yes, and you ran out like a scared cat, and dropped the candy in my suitcase," finished her brother. "I thought you meant to give it to me, so I kept it, and toted it up here. Now will you sew those buttons on for me?" "Yes, Will," answered Grace, meekly, as she accepted the box. "I thought that would fetch you around," he said with a cheerful grin. "Never mind, Amy, next time it will be you."