Darry took Jessie by the hand and drew her forward.
“The idea was the property of this young lady,” he said gravely. “Allow me to introduce Miss Jessie Norwood!”
“The service thanks you, Miss Norwood,” he said, bowing gallantly in acknowledgment of the introduction. “We all thank you.”
“Except Pietro Pebbo!” murmured Amy, the irrepressible.
It was the day after the sensational capture of the “ghosts” down by the swamp, and the girls and boys were enjoying a period of well-earned leisure. Besides, having scarcely slept the night before, they really needed rest.
It was Aunt Emma who broke into their peaceful content by rising suddenly and starting toward the house.
“What troubles you, my dear aunt?” inquired Burd, lazily. “I can see by the look in your eye that there is something on your mind.”
“I am going to write to Phrosy,” returned Aunt Emma, briskly. “Now that the ghosts have departed, it is high time she came back to the kitchen.”
“Oh, won’t we have a lovely time with Phrosy and no ghosts?” sighed Nell, looking out toward the placid waters of Lake Towako. “Lucky the fire spared our wonderful view. Where are you going, Jess?”
Jessie, on the way to the lodge, looked over her shoulder with a smile.