“You’re feeling blue because Jack soon will be returning to Canada,” her friend teased.

“I’ll hate to see him go,” Madge admitted, “but I wasn’t thinking of that. When I leave here I must go back to Michigan and school. How dull it will seem after such an experience as I’ve had this summer.”

“School isn’t so exciting,” Enid agreed, “but perhaps you can stir things up a bit.”

At the moment, neither of the girls had the slightest intimation of what really lay ahead of Madge. Her exciting days were by no means over. Just around the corner—at Claymore, Michigan—an adventure awaited her arrival. The story is related in the third volume of this series, “The Secret of the Sundial.”

“Oh, well,” Madge remarked optimistically, “the memory of this summer may tide me over for another year or so.”

She said no more for someone had started the phonograph and it was grinding out an inviting dance tune. Jack came to claim her for a partner.

“What were you saying about memories?” he asked as he swept her away. And then in an undertone, intended for her ears alone: “Don’t think for one minute that you can pack me away in moth balls and lavender. I’m like those big mosquitoes we have at Loon Lake—I’ll pester you ’till the end of time!”

THE END

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