“Let’s eat,” suggested Ted. “I’m hungry.”
“Well, then we’ll get out the lunch,” decided his father, and they were soon having a little picnic on the shore.
“It would be great to go camping on that island,” said Ted to Hal a little later, as they sat down near the edge of Clover Lake to finish the last of their sandwiches. “Were you ever there?”
“Never camping. But I’ve been on Star Island. It’s a queer place. Some folks say it isn’t a good place.”
“Not good? What do you mean?”
“Well,” and Hal dropped his voice to a whisper. “Some folks say there’s ghosts on the island.”
“Pooh! Ghosts! There aren’t any! My mother and daddy wouldn’t let us believe in such silly things as ghosts!” and Ted laughed.
“Oh, I don’t believe in ’em myself—though I do pretend lots of fairy stories with Princess Blue Eyes,” said Hal quickly. “But I’ve heard fishermen who come to the Home tell about seeing queer blue lights on Star Island at night.”
“Fireflies, maybe.”
“Fireflies don’t make a blue light,” Hal said. “But don’t tell anybody, and maybe some day you and I’ll go there and find out what it is.”