CHAPTER XV

“Let us be calm,” said Uncle Benjamin. “Let us be perfectly calm.” “Calm!” Mrs. Frederick wrung her hands. “How can I be calm—how could anybody be calm under such a disgrace as this?” “Why in the world did you let her go?” asked Uncle James. “_Let_ her! How could I stop her, James? It seems she packed the big valise and sent it away with Roaring Abel when he went home after supper, while Christine and I were out in the kitchen. Then Doss herself came down with her little satchel, dressed in her green serge suit. I …