“What’ll I do with them now I’ve got them lit, Florence—hold them?” grinned Jo Ann a moment later, holding a lighted candle in each hand.
“Stick them on these lids and put them on the table. Here’s the box I’d planned to use. We’ll put the things in it and then carry it down to the spring.”
“The spring! Do you mean that spring where we saw the two boys—my blue-eyed boy?” Jo Ann asked.
“Of course not, silly. I mean the spring back of the house where we get our drinking water. There’re springs all over these mountains.”
They placed the things in the box, then, with Florence leading the way with the flashlight, they carried it to the near-by spring.
After they had moved several stones aside, they placed the jars of milk and butter in the icy water, placed the package of bacon on top of the jars and then turned the box over all.
“Pile some stones around the box and put this big one on top, and then our refrigerator’ll be fixed,” Florence said.
As soon as they returned to the house and had washed the dishes, they began getting ready for bed.
“I didn’t realize how tired I was till now. I won’t need any rocking tonight, I’m sure,” Jo Ann said as she crawled under the blankets.
Her thoughts drifted back to the blue-eyed boy. Who was he, and why was he with those peons? There must be some mystery back of it all. Could it be possible that he had been kidnaped as Peggy had jokingly suggested? “I’m going down there early tomorrow morning and find out more about it,” she told herself before dropping off to sleep.