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"Very good," complimented Will. "We'll dispense with the pagoda if you will dispense the soda." "Ha! Good again! You are a punster, I see!" Mr. Lagg laughed genially, and soon provided the party with bottles of deliciously cool soda, and straws through which to partake of it, glasses being voted too prosaic. There came a protest from Paul, who was sharing the treat.
Each one was carrying a bundle of supplies, for they expected to cruise for about a week. They boarded the motor boat. Betty threw over the lever of the self-starter. The engine responded promptly. As the clutch slipped in, white foam showed at the stern where the industrious propeller whirled about. The Gem slid away from the dock. "Good-bye! Good-bye!" called the boys and girls to Mr. Lagg.
"Any news about the papers, Grace?" "Not a word, and no trace of Prince." "That is queer," said Betty. "But we will live in hopes that Dodo will be all right, and that the papers will be found." "Indeed we will," sighed Grace. Mr. Lagg was bowing and smiling behind his counter while the girls were reading their letters. "What will it be? What will it be? What will it be to-day?
Frank and I want to make amends for sneaking aboard, so we thought you'd like some soda. There's a grocery store here that keeps pretty good stuff." "Oh, yes, I know Mr. Lagg!" exclaimed Mollie. "Barry Lagg is his name. He's real quaint and jolly." "Then let's go ashore for the soda ourselves, and meet him," suggested Grace. "I am very thirsty. What is Mr.
"Know anything about Elm Island, Mr. Lagg?" asked Frank, as he inspected some fishing tackle. "Well, yes, I might say I do," and Mr. Lagg pursed up his lips. "Is it a good place?" "Oh, it's good all right, but " and he hesitated. "What is the matter?" demanded Betty quickly. She thought she detected something strange in Mr. Lagg's manner.
"I'm going to sit up a little while, and read. I'm going to eat a chocolate, too. I'll give you some, Mollie, if you like. I bought a fresh box of Mr. Lagg. "Chocolates they are nice and sweet, Good for man and beast to eat." "Give me a young lady-like brand," suggested Amy. "Why don't we all of us sit up a while, and I have it we'll make a pot of chocolate," exclaimed Mollie.
Lagg, "and some of the fishermen around here did say they heard clanking chains, but I don't take much stock in them.
"I was going to say hairpins, as I need them," spoke Grace, with a dignity that soon vanished, "but since you suggested chocolates, I'll get them as well." They found Mr. Lagg smiling as usual. "This fine and beautiful sunny day, what will you have oats or hay?" Thus he greeted the girls, who laughingly declined anything in the line of fodder.
Prosper at your enemy's cost, and take repayment for your hurt sugared and spiced!" "I'll not do it so!" said Glenfernie. "But I would take my stand at the crag's edge and cry to Grierson of Lagg, 'You or I go down!" Mr. Touris brushed the snuff from his ruffles. "It's a great century! We're growing enlightened." With a movement of her fingers Mrs.
Lagg, "but Hi Sneddecker, who stopped there to eat his supper one night when he went out to set his eel pots Hi told me he seen something tall and white rushing around, and making a terrible noise in the bushes." "I thought ghosts never made a noise," remarked Grace, languidly. She was beginning to believe now that it was only a poor attempt at a joke. "Hi said this one did," went on Mr.
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