VIT WAS d**k WHO BROUGHT home the bad news. Two Eros days had passed since the Wilkes took their angry departure from the Moseley home. In those two days, an unhappy atmosphere had settled down over the house at Delta Port. Moira said little or nothing, Mom just moped around the house, The Pooch got indigestion and cried interminably; even Grampaw Moseley was grumpier than usual. Bobby tried to forget the depression by playing quoits. He gave it up as a bad job. It wasn’t any fun playing by yourself, and d**k and Pop were too busy to play with him. If only—
But comets to Junior Wilkes! And Ginger, too!
At dinner time, d**k came into the house slowly, a thoughtful look in his eyes. When they were seated he said, suddenly, “Have any of you seen the Wilkes lately?”
Grampaw said, “I seen Ol
