The Mystery at Bob-White Cave

“beginning when you ran out of the cave without telling anyone and got mixed up with that wildcat.”
    “But it wasn’t my fault that Mr. Glendenning was dumped in the water and we had to save him,” Trixie said defensively.
    “Or that Slim did that awful thing to the bats in the cave,” Honey said loyally.
    “Slim sure was a pain in the neck,” Mart added. “That fire he set could have destroyed the countryside for miles around.”
    “And a lot he’d have cared!” Brian pushed Mart over so he’d have more room in the seat. “He’s where he can’t do any more harm now.”
    “You can’t blame Slim for the worst thing that happened,” Jim said solemnly. “If you hadn’t disobeyed rules, Trixie, you’d never have been so near death in that sinkhole in the cave.”
    Trixie’s face grew very serious. She hated to have Jim displeased with her. Then a smile replaced the frown, and she winked mischievously at Jim.
    “I know that was wrong. But a lot of nice things happened, too.”
    “That’s right,” Honey seconded her.
    Jim smiled and nodded a vigorous agreement. “Of course they did, Trix,” he said. “Nice things always happen wherever the Bob-Whites are. We met Linnie, for instance. That was one of the best parts of our vacation—right?”
    “Yes, and we all love her,” Trixie said happily. “Best of all, we did help restore her father to his family. Don’t forget, too, that we found that ghost fish, and I think we’re going to get a reward for it. That means we can help buy the station wagon for the handicapped children, after all. Oh, dear, I wonder if we’ll ever have another project as exciting as this one turned out to be!”