“He’s odd, you know,” suggested Mother Wit.
“That’s all right,” said Bobby, somewhat tartly; “but what the mischief he wants to bother himself about where we go camping––”
“What do you mean, Bobs?” demanded Jess, while the other girls all looked amazed.
“Why he said to me just now,” answered the disturbed girl, “‘you girls better keep away from Acorn Island. That’s no place for you to go camping.’ And then walked right off with his old clipping, and without giving me a chance to ask him what he meant,” concluded Bobby Hargrew.
CHAPTER II
PLANS FOR THE SUMMER
Bobby Hargrew came to school the next morning with rather a sour face for her. “What’s the matter, dear?” asked Nell Agnew, sympathetically.
“I wish I were a bird,” grumbled Bobby.