“We want to hire a yacht to take us to Station Island,” Sally hastened to say. “And Belle remembered Darrington’s boat——”
“I don’t suppose it is fit to take such a party as ours will be,” interposed Belle.
“I guess Darry won’t want to let it,” said Amy, seeing that the two girls were in earnest. “Besides, we are going down ourselves this week.”
“Who are going where?” demanded Belle, sharply.
“It’s the Norwoods’ party, you know,” Amy said, for Jessie had “shut up as tight as a clam.” “Mrs. Norwood has taken a bungalow there.”
“On Station Island—Hackle Island it used to be called?” Sally cried.
“That is the place. And Darry will take us all on the Marigold. So, I guess——”
“We might have known it!” exclaimed Belle, angrily. “The Norwoods or some of that Roselawn crowd would tag along if we planned something exclusive.”
But Amy only laughed at this. “You don’t own that island, do you? Remember what little Hen Haney said about owning an island? Well, Hackle, or Station Island, is the one she meant. She owns a big slice of it.”
“I don’t believe it!” cried Belle.