Marjorie put the paper back into the envelope with a sigh.
"That doesn't tell us a whole lot, does it?" she observed. "Except that we know now for sure that the girl that old woman described at the empty house was Frieda."
"But what does she mean about a girl insulting her?" asked Miss Phillips, in a puzzled tone.
Marjorie frowned; she had no desire to tell tales about Ruth. Accordingly, she related the story, but withheld the name of the girl concerned.
"Frieda certainly must be skillful as a boatsman," remarked Miss Phillips, "to be able to come that far."
"Yes," said Marjorie, opening the letter with the second earliest postmark. Then, "Oh, listen to this:
"I got to Trenton but befor I crossed the river I sold the bot for $20. I'm going to New York for to get work.
"Frieda."
"Trenton!" repeated Miss Phillips. "Marjorie, we might be able to locate your canoe if we search all the boat-houses and the river-front there, and on the opposite side of the Delaware!"