Nothing was heard of Mrs. Raymond, though her brother wrote a number of letters, and of course the missing Nancy Ford was not located. Though Jack and the boys insisted on staring at all the pretty strangers they met, playfully insisting that Nancy might be one of them.
“Of course she’s bound to be good-looking,” said Ed.
“Naturally,” agreed Jack.
“How do you make that out?” Cora wanted to know.
“Everybody named Nancy is good-looking,” asserted Norton, with his lazy drawl.
The girls laughed at this reasoning.
“Let’s go for a long run to-day, Sis!” proposed Jack one morning, when he called at the girls’ bungalow. “We can take our lunch, run around the lighthouse point, into the Cove on the other side, and have a good time. There’s said to be good fishing there, too.”
“I’ll go if the others will,” she agreed, and when she proposed it to them the girls were enthusiastic about it. Soon two merry boatloads of young people were speeding over the sun-lit waters of the Cove.
“We have to go right out on the ocean; don’t we?” asked Belle with a little shiver as she looked ahead at the expanse of blue water.
“Only for a little way,” said Cora. “Just round the lighthouse point. Then we’re in another bay again.”