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"We are," said Betty, solenmly. "And if you hear us call for help in the middle of the night " "Betty Nelson!" protested Amy. "And if for help you call on I I'll come exceeding quick and spry!" Thus spouted Mr. Lagg.
Then they started off again, having inquired for a good place at which to tie up for the night. Dunkirk, on the western shore, was recommended by Mr. Lagg in a little rhyme, and then he waved to them from the end of his dock as the Gem was once more under way. "Look out for that big steamer," cautioned Betty a little later, to Grace, who was steering. "Why, I'm far enough off," answered Grace.
There is something on that island that none of the men or boys who have seen and heard it cannot account for." "Just what is it?" asked Betty, "Do you want me to tell you?" "Certainly we are not afraid. Though we mustn't let Aunt Kate know," said Betty, quickly. "Well, it's white and it rattles," said Mr. Lagg. "Sounds like a riddle," commented Amy. "Let's see who can guess the answer."
"Say you so," quoth Habinas, "nor am I afraid to make two days of one"; and therewith got up barefoot and follow'd Trimalchio. I on the other hand turning to Ascyltos, asked him what he thought of it, for "if I but see the bath I shall swoon away." "Let's lagg behind then," said he, "and whilst they are getting in, we'll slip off in the crowd."
"As Grace does her chocolates," remarked Betty, with a smile that took all the sarcasm out of the words. "Well," remarked Grace, drawlingly, "I have noticed that you girls are generally around when I open a fresh box." "Well hit!" cried Amy. "Don't let them fuss you, Grace my dear." "I don't intend to." Mr. Lagg helped his red-haired boy of all work to carry the girls' purchases down to the boat.
"How lovely!" murmured Amy, clasping her hands. "Yes, it is the most brilliant bow I have ever seen," added Aunt Kate. "It seems almost like like a painted one." I would be more poetical if I were Mr. Lagg," and she laughed. "It is very vivid," went on Betty.
The storm had been like the weeping of a little child, who smiles before its tears and afterward. "Girls, there are letters for each of us!" exclaimed Betty. "Any for me?" asked Aunt Kate. "Yes, a nice adipose that is to say, fleshy one," exclaimed Mollie, passing it over. It was bulky. The girls had stopped at the store of Mr. Lagg, where they had sent word to have their mail forwarded.
Girls, it's a great privilege to have a ghostly friend. If the man who owns this island knew what was good for him he'd advertise the fact that it was haunted. If Mr. Lagg were here I'd get him to make up a poem about the ghost. That would scare it off, if anything could." "That's the way to talk!" cried Betty, cheerfully. "And now for a good night's rest. Bur r r r! It is cold!" and she shivered.
That it should prove a horse to be, Most certainly amazes me." "Good!" exclaimed Will, with a laugh. "You are progressing, Mr. Lagg." A goodly supply of oats was placed in a box near the tent that evening, and then the boys and girls sat about the camp-fire and talked, while waiting for the time to retire. The boys were to make the attempt to capture Prince.
"Betty, here, is the proud possessor of a lovely motor boat, and we are going to Rainbow Lake soon." "And camp on an island, too," added Amy. "I know I shall love that." "Any particular island?" asked Mr. Lagg. "Elm is a nice one," remarked Will "Why don't you girls try that? It isn't as far as Triangle, and it's nearly as large. It's wilder and prettier, too."
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