“And so the mystery of the old mill is settled,” remarked Blake, as he and Natalie walked along the lake shore one day.
“Yes. It was like most ghosts—easily accounted for when you go at it right.”
“But if it hadn’t been for you it might never have been solved.”
“Oh, some one would have found poor little Hadee if I hadn’t.”
“Will you come over to the Point and dance to-night?” asked Blake, after a pause.
“Yes, if the others go. We won’t have many more chances. We are going to break camp next week.”
“So are we. Hasn’t it been a glorious summer?”
“Indeed, yes. All the girls are delighted with the Camp Fire idea. They are talking now of a winter in the woods.”
“Why not?” asked Blake. “A log cabin is the best place ever, in the snow.”
“Perhaps we may,” assented Natalie, and as she and Blake strolled on through the spicy woods, some one called: