Mr. Norwood was sitting with his wife when they came near to that lady's beach chair. Jessie was anxious enough to ask about Belle's statement regarding the imminent court investigation of the controversy over Station Island.
"Why, yes, Ringold's lawyers claim they have found new evidence entitling him to be heard as a claimant to the Padriac Haney estate," the lawyer acknowledged. "But there may not be anything in it."
"But is there a possibility, Robert?" Momsy asked, seeing how anxious both Jessie and the little girl looked.
"There is nothing sure in any case that comes into court," declared her husband. "Besides, those attorneys of Ringold's are sharp fellows. He may make his claim good."
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" burst out Henrietta. "And then I won't have nuthin'? No island, nor golf link, nor—nor nuthin'? Oh, dear me!"
"Never mind, honey," Jessie begged. "You have friends. You have me." And she sat down on the sands and took the freckle-faced little girl in her arms.
"Ye-es, Miss Jessie. I know I got you," sobbed Henrietta. "But—but you ain't a golf link, nor you ain't a bungleloo. And—and I want to turn that Ringold girl off my island, I do!"