There was much waiting while Laura and Belle
dug their mosses and plants.
Finally, Dick and Susie found themselves standing together, some
feet from Laura and Belle, who were gathering wild flowers.
"Look at those beautiful purple blossoms over there!" cried Susie
in sudden enthusiasm.
"Are you going to turn collector, too?" smiled Dick.
"To the extent of wanting a bouquet of those flowers," Susie declared.
"Will you help me?"
"With great pleasure. If you will wait here, I will get the bouquet
for you. It will take me hardly a minute."
Dick started away alone. By the time that he had picked a good-sized
handful, Susie started to meet him. For the moment she was out
of sight of the other girls.
Dick came toward Miss Sharp, holding out the gorgeous blossoms.
"Will these be enough?" he inquired.
"Oh, yes! Thank you so much!"
"It was a very slight service," Prescott laughed. "I am glad
to have pleased-----"
A sudden scream brought his gallant speech to an abrupt stop.
"Oh, Dick! Be quick!" sounded the voice.
"Pardon me," said Prescott to Susie, as he sprang forward through
the brush.
It was a startling scene that met the high school boy's gaze as
he bounded forward.
Tag Mosher, holding his shotgun under his left arm, stood confronting
Laura and Belle.
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