“Truth is not only stranger but more interesting than fiction,” smiled Belle.
They separated with cordial good wishes and a hearty invitation to Mr. Morley to visit them at Camp Kill Kare. He stood at the cabin door, watching them as they hurried down to their boat.
“This is the end of a perfect day,” sang Bess gaily, as they stepped on board the Water Sprite, which the boys had brought around to the little dock at which Mr. Morley’s rowboat was tied.
“It certainly has been a crowded one,” said Belle.
“Isn’t Mr. Morley an unusual man?” asked Cora. “I’m more and more convinced that there’s a mystery about him.”
“He’s a fine chap,” said Jack, “but I didn’t notice anything especially mysterious about him.”
“That’s because you’re a man,” said Cora.
“I can’t help belonging to that despised sex, can I?” inquired Jack in an injured tone.
“I suppose it’s your misfortune rather than your fault,” dimpled Bess.
“What do you suppose he meant when he said ‘I drove it,’ and then stopped so suddenly?” asked Belle thoughtfully.