“That isn’t the only kind of love there is,” said Natalie softly.
“Oh, my! How romantic we’re getting!” cried Alice. “I declare, that haunted mill must have affected all of us.”
“Let’s forget it,” suggested Mrs. Bonnell. “I wonder what the boys want? They seem a bit excited.”
The three chums were hurrying down to the water’s edge and, as the boats approached, Blake hailed the girls.
“Where have you been?” he demanded.
“Out for a row,” evaded Marie.
“Were you over to our camp?” asked Jack.
“Your camp? No,” answered his sister. “What do you mean?”
“Why some one has been there and about cleaned us out of grub. We thought maybe you girls had borrowed some.”
“Indeed not,” answered Marie. “We are just getting back. We’ve been to Bear Pond again. But, girls!” she exclaimed, “if the boys have had unseen visitors, perhaps we have too. Let’s look,” and, springing from the boat she hurried up to the tents.