The Star Clue!
“We found pieces like that!” gasped Cleo.
“You—found them!”
“Yes, up by the big rock!” Every word spoken now seemed electrically charged. It was Grace who said this.
“Wait! Wait!” begged Corene. “I’ll get ours,” and she dashed into the tent to drag from the “safe” the Scout’s own treasures. Then she laid the granite pieces on Peg’s lap.
“Oh!” almost screamed the girl. “Do you know what this means! Auntie, they have found the lost star!”
Everyone was talking now, and no one seemed to say anything intelligible; exclamations and sudden bursts of half formed sentences fairly puncturing the calm evening atmosphere. Peg was almost overcome, but being a real girl she was not given to such heroics.
“It all formed the cutest little star,” exclaimed Julia, finally. “We marked the spot so we can’t possibly lose it. We will take you right to it to-morrow morning,” she offered sincerely.
“I don’t know how I shall wait, but I’ll have to, of course,” said Peg. “You see, daddy put that star there the very day he was taken ill, and no matter how he tried to direct me I never could locate it.”
“But your dear father could hardly tell you anything, darling,” said Miss Ramsdell. “He was not with us long after that.”