“It would not need such dreadfully rich relatives at that,” rejoined the other Roselawn girl.
CHAPTER XXI
AN ACCUSATION
Of course, it was curiosity only, and Jessie Norwood admitted it, that started her chum and herself in the launch for Carter’s place on Tuesday morning. They absolutely had no interest in what the Ringold and Moon crowd were going to do at the grove save that born of inquisitiveness. They really should not have gone.
The dead walls and posts about New Melford had been well plastered with those bills, a copy of which Amy had first showed her chum. A good deal of vitriolic talk had been occasioned by the advertised affair at Carter’s Grove. But that it would attract considerable attention and detract from the hospital committee’s entertainment by radio, everybody could see.
The Water Thrush sailed splendidly. Amy had had enough experience with her brother to be able to manage the launch all right. And the trip was a speedy one.
Before they reached the abandoned house the girls spied the old canoe they had let Henrietta and her friends use, crossing the lake ahead of them. Several of the Dogtown boys landed before the Carter house and the canoe was paddled away again before Jessie and Amy arrived.
Montmorency Shannon was one of the boys who had come over in the canoe and the Roselawn girls saw that he carried a roll of wire and some tools.
“They are going to string the radio antenna,” Amy said with conviction. “Well, that boy has got his own fixed all right. Humph! There are Belle and Sally Moon.”
“Let us not have any words with them,” Jessie said. “But I do want to see where they are going to have the radio set.”
“There it is!” cried Amy under her breath. “It is not uncrated yet; but I bet you they mean to have it set up on the porch. The roof of the porch is quite sound—if it should rain.”