“Everybody is going to an island,” laughed Amy. “I guess we’ll have to accept Hen’s invitation and go to her island, Jess.”
“It’s a lot better island than that one those girls are going to,” repeated Henrietta, with confidence, climbing into the red car.
When the latter was gone, and Monty Shannon was out of sight, leading the brown and white pony, the three Roselawn girls discussed little Henrietta’s story of her sudden wealth, and particularly of her possession of Station Island, wherever that was.
“Of course, we won’t understand the rights of the matter till we see Bertha,” said Jessie. “She must know all about it.”
“I wonder where Station Island is situated?” Amy observed. “Let’s hunt an atlas—— Oh, no, we won’t! Here is something better.”
“Something better than an atlas?” laughed Nell. “A walking geography?”
“You said it,” rejoined Amy. “Papa knows all about such things. I can’t even remember how New Melford is bounded; but you’d think he had been all around the world, and walked every step of the way.”
“And you never will know, Amy Drew, if you ask somebody every time you want to know anything and never stop to work the thing out yourself,” admonished Jessie.
“Oh, piffle!” exclaimed the careless Amy. “What’s the use?”
Mr. Drew was just coming out of his own grounds across the boulevard, and his daughter hailed him.