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Updated: June 13, 2025


In the western skies, the sun was sinking over the purpled sea, as they drove down to Edgemere, and the glow of the dying day lingered upon the beautiful hills of Jersey. For the wild storm was quieted and the sea shone as a sapphire zone. Golden gleams lit up stern old Mount Orgueil and gray Fort Regent, and tenderly tinted the rugged outlines of the moss-grown Elizabeth Castle.

"We were thinking we'd like to use your island," said Wingate Chase. "You don't want to take it to Edgemere, do you?" Townsend Ripley asked. "We don't allow it to be taken from the premises. You may use it here if you care to." "Find out what they want to use it for," shouted Pee-wee. "What do you want to use it for?" Townsend asked.

"Grace is the only one who will 'turn into' a candy store," spoke Mollie. "She will actually turn into a drop of chocolate some day, if she isn't careful." "Smarty!" mocked the fair one. "Well, I found you there, at any rate," went on Betty, "and you know the rest; or, rather, you will when I tell you about Edgemere!" "Edgemere what's that?" asked Amy.

They were up on a little elevation. Down below them was a large bay, enclosed in a point of land that ran out into the ocean, forming a perfect breakwater. "Where is Edgemere?" asked Mollie. "Over there," answered Betty, pointing.

But Percy did not pluck up enough courage to trust himself, the only youth, with four girls. "I'll go for a run in my car, and may pick you up and bring you back later," he said, with a glance at his wrist watch. He was still a guest at Edgemere. "Well, let's start!" called Betty, and the four girls set off down the beach.

That's a teckinality. Anyway, I'm glad we're rid of them." "We seem to be making port," said Townsend. "I don't know just where we are. I think if we were to cut up through these woods You girls want to get to the Edgemere trolley, I suppose?" "That's the idea," said one of them. "Well, then, let's see," Townsend ruminated.

I've been keeping bachelor's hall at Edgemere ever since I came from the train. The maids told me where you were." "We might stave off worrying Mrs. Nelson if one of us could get to town and back before she returned," said Allen. "Of course if the girls haven't been there we'll have to come out with the whole story." "If we only could get to the village in a rush," said Mollie.

"It may turn them back." But it did not. Evidently the men knew the grounds about Edgemere as well as did the boys, for there was no sign of a halt in their headlong pace. On they crashed through bushes and underbrush, dodging among the trees of the garden, and minding not the flower beds they trampled under foot. "They're getting away from us," remarked Henry, who was panting along beside Allen.

All nature dreamed in the peaceful, even fall. On the sea, white sails were flitting afar, and the swift steamers passed grandly on toward their distant havens. There was a group gathered in the splendid gardens of Edgemere as General Wragge gallantly advanced. The silver-haired veteran graciously surrendered his command, as he aided his guests to alight.

She bent over the black box, with its indefinable air of mystery, and the three queer letters on the top. She was, seemingly, trying to find a way to open it. Finally she straightened up, looked once more across the bay and said: "Well, let's take it to Edgemere." "And let's hurry, too!" urged Amy. "Hurry? Why?" asked Grace. "There's no more danger from the storm."

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