The Motor Girls in the Mountains: or, The Gypsy Girl's Secret. Penrose Margaret
to the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter,” mocked Belle.
“Sybilla, the reader of the mystic sphere, the gazer into the crystal globe!” gibed Bess.
“I’m no prophetess,” disclaimed Cora. “I just have a feeling that way. Perhaps I’ll have the laugh on you scoffers yet.”
“We’re willing to wait,” returned Belle. “Just now it’s the present more than the future that I’m worrying about. That Good Samaritan act of ours has taken up a good deal of time. And you know that we planned to stop in that department store when we get to Roxbury and buy some of the things we came away without in our hurry this morning. I’ve simply got to have that chiffon.”
“And I need a new box of powder,” put in Bess. “My old one is nearly empty.”
“Such victims of the vanity of this world,” sighed Cora. “But don’t worry, girls. I’ll throw in a little extra speed and you’ll hear the car fairly purr.”
“Not too fast,” cautioned Belle. “After what we saw to-day in the way of fast driving, I’m willing to go a little slower.”
“I’ll be careful,” promised Cora; “but all the same we can afford to go a good deal faster than we are moving now.”
She threw in more speed, and the gallant car responded at once with scarcely an added vibration. In a short time Roxbury was in sight, and turning into one of the main streets, they drew up before the doors of the leading store of the town.
They went at once to the veiling department, where Belle purchased her chiffon. That and the powder that Bess secured in the drug department completed all the buying that they had intended to do. But they were true daughters of Eve, and so many things met their eyes that they were sure they simply could not do without, that before they knew it they had bought quite extensively.
They were standing at one of the counters, waiting for their change, which seemed an unconscionable time in coming.
“Even Job would have lost patience if there had been department stores in his day,” remarked Belle.
“But there were department stores then,” replied Cora.
“What do you mean?” asked Bess.
“There must have been,” said Cora. “Don’t you remember where Job says: ‘All the days of my life will I wait till my change come’?”
The girls laughed, but the laugh quickly faded when Cora gave a startled exclamation:
“Oh, girls, I’ve lost my purse!”
“You don’t mean it!” cried Belle.
“Are you sure?” asked Bess.
“I had it in my hand just a minute ago,” replied Cora in much agitation. “I took that ten dollar bill out of it that they’re making change for now. I must have laid it down for a minute, and now it’s gone.”
There were a number of bolts of cloth on the counter near which the girls were standing, and they made a hurried search among them without result.
“And I had nearly a hundred dollars in it,” mourned Cora. “Will you please help me look for my purse?” she asked of the man behind the counter, who had been standing with his back toward them, busily packing pieces of cloth on the shelves.
He turned toward them, rather reluctantly the girls thought, and they were startled to find themselves looking into the eyes of the young man who had annoyed them while they were lunching at the roadside.
A flush suffused his face as the girls looked at him coldly.
“What can I do for you, ladies?” he asked, in an obsequious tone that was in strong contrast with the impudent one he had used a few hours before.
“I’ve lost my purse about here somewhere,” said Cora, “and as it had a considerable sum of money in it I am very anxious to have it found.”
He was profuse in his expressions of regret, and began with apparent eagerness to turn over all the goods on the counter, while the girls watched anxiously. But there was no sign of the purse to be seen.
Just then the manager of the store came along, an alert, keen-eyed man, and seeing the little commotion about the counter, asked courteously if he could be of any assistance.
He listened carefully to what Cora had to say.
“It’s singular,” he said. “There doesn’t seem from what you say to have been anybody standing close by within the last few minutes. Are you quite sure that you had the purse when you came to this counter?”
“Positive,” replied Cora. “I haven’t moved from here since I took the bill out of the purse to pay for the goods I bought.”
“Have you made a careful search, Higby?” asked the manager, fixing his sharp eyes upon the clerk as though he would read him through and through.
“Yes, sir,” replied Higby; “but I’ll go through the goods again to make sure.”
He tossed the bolts of cloth about vigorously, and after a moment gave an exclamation of triumph.
“Here it is!” he cried. “Is this your purse, miss?” he asked, holding the article out to Cora.
The latter pounced upon it with a little squeal of delight.
“Oh, yes, that’s it!” she exclaimed. “Thank you ever so much.”
“You would better look over the money to make sure it is all there,” suggested the manager.
Cora ran hastily over the roll of bills.
“It’s all right,” she announced in a tone of relief.
The manager expressed his gratification at its recovery, coupled with an expression of regret at the annoyance she had suffered, and the missing change having come by this time, the girls hurriedly gathered their purchases together and left the store.
“You lucky girl!” exclaimed Belle, as Cora started the car.
“Luckier than I deserve,” laughed Cora happily. “It was awfully careless of me to let the purse out of my hand for a second. It would have served me right if I had lost it.”
“Do you think you really lost it?” asked Belle significantly.
The girls looked at each other, and it was evident that the same thought was shared by all.
“Perhaps it seems mean to say it,” remarked Cora slowly, “but since you ask me, I must say that the whole thing looks queer. There was the way he kept his back to us when we were looking for it on our own account. But I don’t lay so much weight on that, because he might have recognized us and felt a little sheepish after the way we took him down this afternoon. But why couldn’t he have found it before the manager came along, and why did he find it so promptly when the manager was standing there watching him? Of course, it might have been mixed up in the folds of the cloth the first time, and dropped out when he went over the goods again the second time. I suppose anyway we ought to give him the benefit of the doubt.”
“He doesn’t get the benefit of the doubt from me,” said Bess in so emphatic a manner that the others, accustomed to her easy-going ways, looked at her in astonishment.
“You hard-hearted thing!” exclaimed her sister.
“What do you mean?” asked Cora.
“Listen, my children, and you shall hear,” began Bess in her best manner. “I kept my eye on that young gentleman – ”
“The Gorgon stare,” murmured her sister.
“When he was turning those bolts of cloth the second time,” went on Bess, disdaining to dignify the interruption by noticing it, “and while he was fumbling them with one hand, I saw him bring up the purse from beneath the counter with the other hand and slip it under the cloth. Then, before I could say anything, he called out that he had found it. I could have shaken you when you thanked him so sweetly,