When Jean came home to stay the end of May, the first thing she asked was, “Who do you suppose wants to rent one of our cabins for the whole summer?”
“Ralph McRae,” Kit replied immediately.
“But how did you know?” asked Jean. She had thought it would be a surprise.
“I knew he would be back this summer to see you,” she replied knowingly. “Besides, Buzzy wrote me the news last week, and I’ve reserved the pick of the cabins for him. You know the one down by the river just above the Falls? And Becky told me yesterday that she was positive Billie and Frank would come down for a while in July or August.”
“That’s wonderful,” Jean said, enthusiastically.
“But that isn’t all,” Kit went on. “I had a letter from Uncle Bart. And do you know what he said? He received a substantial sum of money from the Archeological Research Foundation for his work in deciphering the contents of the Amenotaph urn. He doesn’t need the money, he says, and because I helped him open the urn, he sent it to me.”
“Golly, what will you do with it?” Jean asked.
“I wrote him last winter, just after I returned, about our plans for running a camp this summer and he was terribly interested in it. He wants me to pay Dad back the amount he gave us for repairing the cabins and the paint and other things we had to buy. I did and now the camp is really our own business venture. If we don’t make a go of it, it will be our loss and not Dad’s.”