"Splendid," agreed Cleo. "I'll be ready in a jiffy. Are you ready?"
"Just have to tell Benny I'm going up the river," replied Grace. "We can easily be back in an hour."
Tommie Johnston could go, and was glad to give the girls a sail in his freshly-painted boat, but he wagged his head seriously when Cleo said she had a message for Kitty, and was going to take it straight over to the island.
"Miss Morehouse is over there," he said in warning, "I saw her sailin' around in her hospital clothes yesterday."
"We don't mind. Is she Aunt Hannah?" Cleo asked.
"Yes, that's the dame. Miss Hannah Morehouse, boss of Looney Land," replied Tommie, "and you've got a lot of nerve to trespass on her territory. She's mighty strict."
"We are going to try it," insisted Grace, whereat Tommie pulled harder than ever on his oars.
They stopped at the Point but everything was quiet there, if the wildest chirping of birds, and fluttering of all feathered creatures be overlooked. Before the human world moves birds seem happiest, and surely wildest, so that on the dewy summer morning, Grace and Cleo stepped onto the Point and into a perfect medley of bird language.
"No one around here," commented Cleo. "Don't let us waste time."
They hurried back to Tommie's boat, just in time to see a launch cut by. In it was the white duck woman, Miss Hannah Morehouse.