"I shall have to tell Uncle d.i.c.k--I shall have to," she wailed, when Bob drove them away from the last place and all hope was gone glimmering. "Oh, dear! It is dreadful."
"Don"t take on so, Betty!" Bob begged gruffly, for he could not bear to see the girl actually cry. "I"ll tell him if you are afraid to."
"Don"t you dare!" she flared out at him. "I"m not afraid. Only I dread it.
It was the nicest present he ever gave me and--and I loved it. But I did not take proper care of it. I realize that now, when it is too late."
Bob remained serious of aspect after that. That his mind was engaged with the problem of Betty"s lost trinket was proved by what he said on the way back to Fairfields:
"I suppose you spoke to all the clerks you traded with in those stores, Betty?"
"Why, yes. All but Ida Bellethorne, Bob."
"And Mrs. Staples said she didn"t know anything about Betty"s locket,"
Bobby put in.
Of course, this was not so; but Bobby thought she was telling the exact truth. The two girls really had not explained Betty"s loss to Mrs. Staples at all.
"The English girl going off so suddenly, and on such a wild-goose chase, looks kind of fishy, you know," drawled Bob.
"She thinks she is chasing her aunt!" Bobby cried.
"Maybe."
"You don"t even know her, Bob," declared Betty haughtily. "You can"t judge her character. I am sure she is honest."
"Well," grumbled Bob, "being sure everybody is honest isn"t going to get you that locket back, believe me!"
"That"s horrid, too! Isn"t it, Betty?" demanded Bobby.
"It"s sort of, I guess," said Betty, much troubled, "But, oh, Bob! I don"t want to think that poor girl found my locket and ran away with it. No, I don"t want to believe that. And, anyway, it doesn"t help me out a mite.
I"ve got to tell Uncle d.i.c.k before he notices that I don"t display his pretty present any more. Oh, dear!"
"It"s a shame," groaned Bobby, holding her chum"s hand tightly.
"Guess there are worse things than measles in this world," observed Bob, as he stopped the small car under the _porte cochere_ at Fairfields.
CHAPTER IX
THE LIVE WIRE OCTETTE
It was not an easy thing to do; but Betty Gordon did it. She confessed the whole wretched thing to Uncle d.i.c.k and was a.s.sured of his forgiveness. But perhaps his serious forgiveness was not the easiest thing for the girl to bear.
"I am sure, as you say, that you did not mean to be careless," Mr. Richard Gordon said gently. It was hard for him to be strict with Betty; but he knew her impulsiveness sometimes led her into a reckless path. "But mark you, Betty: The value of that locket should have, in itself, made you particularly careful of it."
"I--I valued it more because you gave it to me, Uncle d.i.c.k," she sobbed.
"And yet that did not make you particularly careful," the gentleman reminded her. "The main trouble with you, Betty, is that you have no very clear appreciation of the value of money."
"Oh, Uncle d.i.c.k!" and she looked at him with trembling chin and tears welling into her eyes.
"And why should you?" he added, laughing more lightly and patting her hand. "You have never been obliged to earn money. Think back to the time you were with the Peabodys. The money my lawyer sent you for your own use just burned holes in your pinafore pockets, didn"t it?"
"I didn"t wear pinafores, Uncle d.i.c.k," Betty said soberly. "Girls don"t nowadays."
"No, I see they don"t," he rejoined, smiling broadly again. "But they did in my day. However, in whatever pocket you put that money as you got it, the hole was figuratively burned, wasn"t it?"
"We--ell, it went mostly for food. Mr. Peabody was such a miser!
And--and----"
"And so when you wanted to come away from Bramble Farm you actually had to borrow money," went on Uncle d.i.c.k. "Of course, you were fortunate enough finally to get the lawyer"s check and pay your debts. But the fact remains that you seem unable to keep money."
"Oh, Uncle d.i.c.k!"
"Now," continued her guardian still soberly, "a miser like Mr. Peabody for instance is a very unpleasant person. But a spendthrift often does even more harm in the world than a miser. I don"t want my Betty-girl to be a spendthrift."
"Oh, Uncle d.i.c.k!"
"The loss of your pretty locket, my dear, has come because of that trait in your character which ignores a proper appreciation of the value of money and what can be bought with it. Now, I can buy you another locket----"
"No, no, Uncle d.i.c.k! I don"t deserve it," she said with her face hidden against his shoulder as she sat in his lap.
"That is true, my dear. I don"t really think you do deserve another--not right at once. And, anyway, we will advertise for the locket in the newspapers and may recover it in that way. So we will postpone the purchase of any other piece of jewelry at present.
"What I have in my mind, however, and have had for some time, is the reorganization of your financial affairs," and now he smiled broadly as she raised her head to look at him. "I think of putting you on a monthly allowance of pocket money and asking you to keep a fairly exact account of your expenditures. Not an account to show me. I don"t want you to feel as though you were being watched."
"What do you mean, Uncle d.i.c.k?"
"I want you to keep account for your own satisfaction. I want you to know at the end of the month where your money has gone to. It is the best training in the world for a girl, as well as a boy, to know just what she has done with the money that has pa.s.sed through her hands. And in this case I am sure in time that it will give you a just comprehension of money"s value.
"If we do not recover the locket, why, in time, we will look about for another pretty trinket----"
"No, Uncle d.i.c.k," Betty said seriously. "I loved that locket. I should have been more careful of it. I hope it will be found and returned to me.
I do! I do! But I don"t want you to give me another."
"Why not?" he asked, yet giving her quite an understanding look.
"I guess you know, Uncle d.i.c.k," she sighed. "I don"t really deserve it.
And it wouldn"t be that locket that you gave me for Christmas, you see."
"Well, my dear----"
"Wait, dear Uncle d.i.c.k! I want to say something more," said the girl, hugging him tightly again. "If you give me a certain sum of money to spend for myself every month I am going to save out of it until I have enough to buy a locket exactly like that one I lost--If it isn"t found, I mean."
"Ah!"