"Now Grazie," teased Elizabeth, "look out for your window."
"Rather I'll leave a love note on the sill, like the lady-faire of old," retorted Grace. "At any rate he is apt to call on me."
"Here we are at the Point," called out Julia. "Don't fall overboard in landing."
"If you want to go in at the island, after you have looked around here, there is a perfect stone arch at the other end. I'll take you over that way, if you like. It's one of the prettiest spots around here," suggested Neal.
"Oh, yes, that will be splendid," Louise answered. "We have seen the island from two sides, and that must be at the extreme other end."
There was no visible apprehension expressed in the way the girls landed at the point, and if they experienced such emotion, it was thoroughly disguised, for as a troop they simply besieged the strip of land, with one grand, vigorous yell.
No Tenderfoots seemed included, but rather seasoned woodsmen; eager to climb, to beat down trails, "to confront the enemy" with open or closed fists—such daring indeed was manifested in their act of possession.
"I'm so glad we came in at this end," said Cleo. "With all that shouting the little woman at the ice cream stand might take fright and go. Then what would we do for eats?"
"Oh, there comes the carrier pigeon!" explained Grace. "Come on to the birches. See, he is going to land in there, same as he did before."
"Yes, that's Lovey," declared Cleo. "I'm so glad all the girls will have a chance to see him. Hurry, and don't make too much noise."