"I hope, Miss Kimball, that you will soon be able to meet my
sister," said Paul after a little silence, during which the car had
run along. They were near the Beachwood Road, at the end of which,
in a little grove of trees, was Cora's home.
"Not on account of what you have done for me," he went on, "but
because I am sure you and she would be good friends. Hazel is a fine
girl, as I said before, and besides that--" Paul stopped abruptly.
"Oh, I'm going to meet Hazel," declared Cora warmly as Paul alighted
from the car. "I'll invite her to my affair. I am going to wake up
folks around here. Do you know, we all seem to be terribly depressed
since that money was--lost."
"Yes, and I don't wonder at it. Twenty thousand dollars is a large
sum. I'd call it a fortune. But, somehow, I feel sure that Mr.
Foster will recover it. I wish I could help unravel the mystery. I
would like to--for more reasons than one."
What could he mean by that? His manner was very earnest. Cora
glanced at him gratefully.
"Good-by," she said suddenly.
"Good-by," echoed Paul, and he turned up the street.
CHAPTER XV
THREE GIRLS
Reflecting on her strange experience while in New City, seated late
that same afternoon on the broad veranda of her handsome home, Cora
had one gratifying thought.
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