“Not old Blue China?” Jo sat up in her eagerness.
Nan shook her head. “No, no, you are not even tepid. Guess again.”
“Male or female?”
“Male.”
“Oh, now this is getting interesting,” declared Jo. “I believe it is Dr. Paul Woods. He is always bobbing up in unexpected places.”
“More likely Carter Barnwell,” remarked Mary Lee. “He spoke of coming on some summer and living out in the open.”
“Wrong again, though there is a faint connection between Jo’s guess and the reality, little as she suspects it.”
“Give it up. Tell us, Nan.”
“Well, the proprietor of said log cabin is no less person than the gentleman to whom you proffered bread and bacon on that never-to-be-forgotten occasion when we shared the mountain hut with four much bedraggled strangers.”
“Nan!” Jo showed all the surprise Nan expected.