"Who are going where?" demanded Belle, sharply.
"It's the Norwoods' party, you know," Amy said, for Jessie had "shut up as tight as a clam." "Mrs. Norwood has taken a bungalow there."
"On Station Island—Hackle Island it used to be called?" Sally cried.
"That is the place. And Darry will take us all on the Marigold. So, I guess——"
"We might have known it!" exclaimed Belle, angrily. "The Norwoods or some of that Roselawn crowd would tag along if we planned something exclusive."
But Amy only laughed at this. "You don't own that island, do you? Remember what little Hen Haney said about owning an island? Well, Hackle, or Station Island, is the one she meant. She owns a big slice of it."
"I don't believe it!" cried Belle.
"She does. My father says so. And he and Mr. Norwood are going to get it for her."
"They will have a fine time doing that," sneered Belle. "Why, my father has a claim upon all the middle of the island, and he is going to make his claim good. That nasty little freckle-faced young one from Dogtown will never get a foot of Hackle Island—you see!"
Amy shrugged her shoulders as she and Jessie took seats at a table. She knew how to aggravate Belle Ringold, and she sometimes rather impishly enjoyed bothering the proud girl.