"Plagued awkward," complained Hiawatha when he had failed to
ascertain who Luna was. "I might be making love to my own--"
"Sister!" snapped the girl, laughing at the youth's discomfiture.
"But won't you tell me just this?" he pleaded. "Who on earth is the
girl in the black robe--the nun? See, there she goes off toward the
lake with Antonio."
"How can I tell?" answered Luna. "But if you really want to know,
suppose we follow them?"
"Great idea!" agreed the Indian. "There goes Rosebud and Adonis.
My, but they are hitting the trail, if you will pardon the language
of an early settler. Suppose we go around this way? Then we can have
a full view of both pairs in this mystery."
"As you please," answered Luna with some condescension as they
started toward the little lake.
"Shall we sit here?"
It was Adonis speaking to Rosebud. She sank down upon a rustic
bench and instantly noticed a couple turn behind the spruce hedge.
They were both in black. It was Antonio and the nun.
CHAPTER XIX
A STRANGE DISCOVERY
Adonis and Rosebud sat for a while at the side of the miniature
lake, where the pretty little lights dimpled in the placid waters,
and where now a score of merrymakers were clamoring for a ride in
the tiny launch which Jack Kimball and his chums, Ed and Walter, had
rigged up, in order to add picturesqueness to the fete.
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