Ford, who had told his wife something of the
truth, but not enough to cause her to worry. He said they had word from
Will, and hoped soon to have him home. And Mrs. Ford, who leaned much on
her husband and daughter, was more content than she had been. "Get
ready, Grace," said her father, "and enjoy your winter in the South."
"I certainly don't enjoy a winter in the North," she replied. "Girls,
did you see my chocolates?"
"Hopeless! Hopeless!" murmured Mollie, with a smile, as she found the
confections on the mantel.
Preparations for the Florida trip went on apace. The girls were so busy
sorting out what clothes they were going to take, and having new gowns
made that, for a time, they almost forgot about Will.
Though Mr. Ford had set in motion various forces, no definite word had
yet been received. But they were hoping that every day would bring some
message. Uncle Isaac wrote that he was doing all he could.
Frank Haley, Will's school chum, and Allen Washburn, the young lawyer,
were very anxious to start off and make a search for their friend. But
Mr. Ford, though deeply grateful to them, thought it might complicate
matters.
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