The Campfire Girls on Station Island; Or, The Wireless from the Steam Yacht

over her sunny head, her face alight. She wore a pretty silk slip-on, a sports skirt, and

n her lap. The two visitors looked up in some surprise at Jessie's

ess?" asked Amy, tossing back her hai

e. "But just think, girls! Here is another

ood was at the head of the committee that had in charge the raising of

my said. "If I'd done it all myself it could h

sly. "And I think it was just wonderful,

he money themselves for the hospital. That is why I am saving the envelope and le

rt," Amy said proudly. "I have received no pu

gested it any more than the

ike

o with," laughed Nell. "And he, as a minister, has had a broad experience." The motherless Nell Stanley, young as she was, wa

continues to come in," Jessie agreed.

breath of Life. Peace is stagnation. The world moves, and all that. If we ge

tle hotly, "we are always doing so

long like a snail! 'Fast' is the name for us-tied fast to a post. Molasse

etaphors are wonderfully apt, Miss Drew. Do tell us what

excitement, "I have been waiting for somebody to suggest what we are going

eriously. "It is a problem how we can all go away. And I am not sure that it is right tha

ppreciatively. "I wonder if you ought not

ar!" crie

my head off if I did not have Sally with me, anyway. I thi

Amy, tossing her head. "Cows and crickets,

disconnect this one"-pointing to her receiving set by the window-"a

arly strained my back in two distinct places helping fix thos

o the radio instrument, sat down before it, adjusted a set of the earphones,

en, although it could not be that sh

n!" sh

t?" demanded the clergyman

red at the r

can't hear myself think, let alone

is no radio message, believe me! It comes f

oving the tabs from her ears, likewise gained some understand

got the most wonderful thing

sake!" mur

Hen from Dogtown?"

. "Little Hen is one live wire. 'O-Be-Joyful' Henrietta is nev

an be in trouble?" as

l be something funny," replied

tell you!" repeated the shrill voic

pping her work and starting, too.

was a district of fine houses forming a part of the town of New Melford. The house was set in the middle of large grounds. Roses were everywhere-beds and beds of them. At one side was the boathouse and landing at the h

by a fat and sleepy looking brown-and-white pony, and driven by a grinning boy in overalls and with bare feet, made an object quite odd enough to stare at. T

le Hen!" gasped A

eed Jessie. "Don't laugh, girl

d those freckles! They look green under it. Dear me, Nell, did yo

eet. When the freckled child saw her coming she s

d lived in the Dogtown district of New Melford with Mrs. Foley and her family. Montmorency Shannon

iss Jessie! What d'

d Amy, following her chum with

rich, Henrietta?" Jessie asked,

island and everything. And there's bungleloos on it, an

ood, looking back at her friends. "She sound