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

nd stared ahead. Jessie's observation suggested tro

dn't drown those Dogtown kids. And if that isn't some of them-Monty Sh

what-all!" gasped her more serious f

f craft that could be improvised. A rainwater barrel led the procession of "boats," and Montmore

water than the other, giving evidence of having shipped more water than its mate. In a water

exclaimed Jessie, anxiou

bs spun around and around, the half-barrel in which Monty Shannon sat tried to perform the same gyrations, but Henrietta and the Foley boy bl

ere for?" she shrieked

going to the Carter pla

wn the lake, not up!" excla

wind shifted,"

could scarcely paddle from laughter, in spi

f the barrel like a full-blown hollyhock. "It got away in the night, or somebody let i

s don't know what you are

" cried Henriet

washtubs," put in

little Henrietta. "And we alwa

is all over," J

't tell 'em what we have done before we do

e drove the head of the canoe to the tub of the nearest Cost

best tub. He ain't sinking none," said

tello swarmed over the side of the canoe. "We c

of water," confessed the r

can guess who suggested this crazy ven

trim ship!" cri

d, white and blue?" demanded Amy. "If that

shore with the wind blowing as freshly as it did if the gi

wo washtubs floating off like that, I don't kno

o said calmly. "Maybe the other will go down. Don't you

ving part. Jessie thought they ought to see Mrs. Foley, who was fleshy and easy of disposition, and a

e Foleys could come. Mrs. Blair and Bertha wouldn't mind just them, of course. There's only Mrs. Foley and Charli

much you own of it, Hen," advised Amy Drew. "It may n

eclared little Henrietta. "It's got a whole

Of course, she had the youngest Foley in her lap, and the housework was "at s

ay is more than I can say. 'Tis a great mistake I have all boys f

woman what she knew about Henrie

was a good neighbor of mine before we moved out here to the lake, said Hen's father come of rich

say anything abou

n. She's no business to be running down here every chance she gets. I had himself telephone to Bertha when

Roselawn. She was quite as excited as Henrietta had been about the strange fortune that promised to come int

d what she's told," Bertha said seriously, "maybe she will have money and an island-or

rious for her; but Mrs. Fo

run as wild as the wind itself here. She's fought and played with these

r girl. "Mrs. Blair won't take us to th

Henrietta. "It's my island, ain't

int, shaking her head gravely

Mrs. Foley or Mrs. Blair, or even Amy and I-will want to

't I do like I want to-

f they are to be loved, must be even more

rl frankly, "I'd rather be rich than be lo

s!" sighed Amy, raising

to unlearn. She chattered continually about the island she owned and the riches she was to enjoy. T

witched them all, so she has. But I'm lost widout her, meself.

irls that they all tried to sidetrack Mrs. Foley's complaint. It was Jessie,

said, jumping up. "You will excuse us for a little, Mrs. Fol

d I must find that Henrietta again," for the freckle-faced little girl was as lively, so Amy said, a

e. The immediate surroundings of Dogtown were squalid, although its site

ow up they surely will improve the looks of the village," Jessie had said. "For M

asm. "He is smart. He has a better radio r

w?" asked the s

w often some 'squeak box,' or other amat

ng and wave-lengths. But, of course, I have only a single circuit crysta

aid with confidence, as they

n, and beyond was the "sitting-room," of which Monty's mother was inordinately proud. She was a widow

recognized-radio sounds which held their instant attention, altho

r said, clasping her hands. "I ne

ng the 'Will o' the Wisp' last night it seemed almost shivery tha

that Mr. Blair speaks I know him. Of course, I know Mr. Mark Stratford's voice, for

is the difference between my r

s in the detector, after all. A regenerative set of this kind is selective enough-that's the expression Mr. Mark used-to enable any one to tune out all but a few

d mother wants to know should she water her tomatoes or depend on a thunderstorm," and he grinne

l, at all," admitted the widow. "However can they tell

e market reports out. From the horn came a different voice. But the words the visitors heard had nothing to

once. This is serious-a ser

shrieked Amy Drew. "Why,