She was glad when he finally left the kitchen. Dipping the last doughnut in sugar, she too slipped outside and was just in time to sight Jack French paddling toward the beach in his canoe.
“Hello, Jack,” she greeted, “I haven’t seen you in days.”
“Well, the government didn’t plant us in the forest for ornaments, you know,” he replied cheerfully. “I just returned from Luxlow where they gave me a message for Anne. Since you two stick together like burrs I thought I might find her here.”
“I haven’t seen her today,” Madge returned, an eager note creeping into her voice. “It isn’t a wire from Washington?”
“I can’t say, but it is a telegram. It may be important so I’ll be paddling along.”
“I’m going over to the island before long. If you like, I can take the message.”
“I know you want to find out what it’s all about,” he teased, handing over the yellow envelope. “Oh, well, I’ll be glad to be saved the trip. On your way.”
Madge lost no time in going to the island. She marched into the kitchen where Anne was working, waving the telegram triumphantly.
“It’s not an answer to our wire?” Anne demanded hopefully.
“It must be. Open it quick before my nervous system explodes!”