“Do you know that to be a fact?” The young man stared.
“I saw him in the crystal ball.”
“Oh!” Rodney heaved a sigh of relief. “Well, perhaps your father is subject to change without notice. We shall see.
“And now—” he turned a smiling face to Florence. “How about another cup of coffee and just another piece of pie, or perhaps two?”
“To think!” June looked at the young psychologist with unconcealed admiration. “You helped me do what I have never been able to do before. You made me think back to those days when I was with my father!”
“Some day,” Rodney said thoughtfully, “people will begin to understand the working of their own minds. And what a grand day that will be!
“In the meantime,” he smiled a bright smile, “if you girls have had any dreams you don’t quite understand, bring them to little old Rodney. He’ll do his best to unravel them.
“Now,” he sighed, “how about the pie?”
CHAPTER XVII
FROM OUT THE PAST
In the meantime, Jeanne, having returned from her little voyage of discovery on Isle Royale, was learning something of life as it went forward at Chippewa Harbor. Here, on the shores of a little cove, Holgar Carlson, a sturdy Scandinavian fisherman, had his home. There were four children; two girls, Violet and Vivian, about the same age as Jeanne, and two small boys. From November until April no boats visit the island. It would be difficult to picture a more completely isolated spot. And yet Violet and Vivian, who were to be Jeanne’s companions, were never lonesome. They had their duties and their special interests which kept them quite fully employed. And, had they but known it, the coming of Jeanne meant mystery and unusual discoveries.