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

-chairs and watched the parti-colored electric lights that wreathed the shore-front. Jessie was careful to keep Henriet

ucked her into a berth. The Roselawn girls' mothers were much amused by this. Their daught

reed, with an answering smile. "Amy, espe

le she is asleep," Jessie said to he

chuckled Amy. "We forgot to a

until the first breakfast call in the morning. Through the port-light Jessie and Amy saw

over the headland, but the widest bathing beach was just below it. Next were the premises of the Hackle Island Gold Club, with its pastures,

on which those summer houses beyond the golf course sta

st. The yacht was headed in toward the dock near the bungalows, some

the island. The sending and receiving station of the commercial wireless company was at the li

to help, and a decrepit express wagon belonging to a "native" aided in the transportation of the good

the moment she learned which dwelling

your house in the en

the blunt query. "How

s the house for the summer. She h

the little girl. "If this island is going to be mine some

. In fact, she began to feel and express doubts about the attempt that was be

ty soon somebody else will get it instead,"

e that should be so. You know Belle Ringold's fathe

at. She is getting hard to manage as it is. Henrietta! W

ome of my island," declared the ch

into trouble," Jess

can't watch her every minute we are here. She

es to do the most unexpe

bungalow comfortable that Jessie did not think for a while about Henrietta. Besides,

st of all to plant in the sands some distance from the house an old mast that Mr

verybody began to wonder about Henrietta. Where was she? It was r

s my fault. I should not have let

" admitted her chum, with some gravity. "And this i

ble if she stayed on Hackle Isla

ouldn't have got off

onviction. "Don't tell Momsy. She will worry. She

eye if you managed to keep it on Henrietta," gig

ld. Station, or Hackle, Island at this end was mostly sand dunes or open flats. A little sparse grass grew in bunches, and there we

first attracted Henrietta at this end of the island. She did not believe that she would go far from the bunga

ything on both sea and shore looked gray and misty. The seabirds swept ove

ed Jessie Norwood very much whenever Henrietta got into mischief or into dange

ild was an appealing little creature, though she had had little chance in the world thus far to develop her better and

and Mrs. Foley if anything happen