"Are you the little girl who owns this island? I've heard about you."
"Yes. But there ain't much fun on an island if your friends aren't on it, too. And Miss Jessie is one of my very dearest friends."
"I understand," said the operator gravely, seeing the little girl's lip trembling. "You would like to have me reach your friend, Miss Jessie——"
"Her name's Norwood, too," put in Henrietta, to make sure.
"Oh, indeed? She is the lawyer, Mr. Norwood's daughter. I have met her."
"Yes, sir. She came here once."
"And you wish to send her a message if it is possible?"
"Yes, sir. I want you should ask her to get to Boston as quick as she can and come back again. We would all like to have her come," said the little girl, gravely.
"I am going to be on duty myself this evening and I will try to get your message through," said the operator kindly. "The Marigold, is it?" and he drew the code book toward him in which the signal for every vessel sailing from American ports, even pleasure craft, that carries wireless, is listed.