"You think it was somewhere about here, don't you?" Anita asked. "It
ought to be easy enough to find."
"That's what we thought before we started," said Grace, "but after you
have been hunting for an hour or two you begin to realize your mistake.
I vote we do something else."
"Grace! And leave the cave?" Amy cried, amazed at her friend's lack of
romantic fervor.
"Why not?" said Grace. "It won't run away. Besides, I guess everybody's
forgotten this is the day we set for the race."
They stared at one another dumbfounded. It was as Grace had said--this
was the day they had decided on for the race and they had forgotten all
about it. Had ever such a thing happened before in the annals of
history? If so, they could not remember it.
"A race?" demanded Anita. "What race?"
Betty looked at her dazedly. "What race?" she repeated. "Why, _the_
race, of course. Oh, I beg your pardon--I forgot you didn't know. The
fact is, we have been planning a swimming race for--oh, ever so
long--and now this gypsy-cave business put it clear out of our heads.
Oh! how could we have forgotten it?"
"Well, it isn't too late yet," said Will, practically.
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