"Look! There's a dock!" cried Sadie. "I suppose that must belong to Laurel Hall."
"And there's our boathouse, too," Jessie Robinson came to look over their shoulders. "That's where we keep our bathing suits, oars, paddles, cushions, and such things. It's quite a sizable boathouse and it has lockers just like a gym."
"Makes me want to get out my bathing suit right now," said Nan longingly. "I wonder when our trunks will be up from Laurelton."
Suddenly Jo's brows contracted in a frown of concentration and she pointed with some excitement toward the boathouse.
"I wonder what's the matter!" she said. "Look at those girls down there running about like——"
"Chickens with their heads cut off," Sadie finished. "Maybe there's a row or something."
"Might be worth investigating, anyway," said Jessie Robinson.
But as she turned from the window Nan caught her by the arm.
"They are coming this way. Maybe we can see from here."
"No, sir!" said their new friend sturdily. "When there's trouble brewing, little Jessie can always be found right in the middle of it. You wait here, if you like. I'm going down."