A week had passed, and during that time Jessie knew that little Henrietta had been taken to Stratfordtown by her Cousin Bertha, where they were to live with Bertha's uncle, who was the superintendent of the Stratford Electric Company's sending station. The appearance of the wildly excited little girl here in Roselawn on this occasion was, therefore, a surprise.
Jessie Norwood seized hold of Henrietta by the shoulders and halted her wild career of dancing. She looked at Montmorency Shannon accusingly and asked:
"Do you know what she is talking about?"
"Sure, I do."
"Well, what does she mean?"
"She's been talking like that ever since I picked her up. This is Cabbage-head Tony's pony. You know, he sells vegetables down on the edge of town. Spotted Snake——"
"Don't call Henrietta that!" cried Jessie, reprovingly.
"Well, she gave the name to herself when she played being a witch," declared the Shannon boy defensively. "Anyway, Hen came down to Dogtown last evening and hired me to drive her over here this morning."
"And when I get some of my money that's coming to me with that island," broke in Henrietta, "I'll buy Montmorency an automobile to drive me around in. This old pony is too slow—a lot too slow!"