She related how she and Jessie had tried to find Bertha after hearing what they believed to be the lost girl’s voice out of the air. Darry and Burd listened with increasing wonder.
“What won’t you kids do next?” gasped Darry.
“I wish you wouldn’t call us kids. You are as bad as Belle Ringold,” complained his sister.
“Is she hanging around here yet?” demanded Darry. “I don’t want to see that girl. I know 186 I’m going to say something unpleasant to her yet.”
“She is right after you, just the same,” Amy said, suddenly giggling. She told about the coming moonlight box-party down the lake.
“We’ll go right back to the Marigold, Burd,” said Darry promptly. “Home is no place for us. But tell us what else you did, Sis.”
When Amy had finished her tale her brother was quite serious. Particularly was he anxious to help Jessie, for he thought a good deal of his sister’s chum.
“Tell you what,” he said, looking at Burd, “we’ll hang around long enough to ride over to the stock farm with the girls, sha’n’t we?”
“What do you think you can do more than they have done?” asked Burd, with some scorn.
“I have an idea,” said Darry Drew slowly. “I think it is a good one. It even beats using that little Hen Haney for a bait. Listen here.”