There was a long loaf of Bayshore Bakery bread that hadn’t been opened. While she made chicken sandwiches from dinner left-overs she thought how strange it seemed to be eating bread from the same bakery as that eaten by the Nazis off shore. As she worked she wondered also what had taken Brad back to the hospital.
Her father had already left in his car to bring Hazel from the hospital when Brad came back and bolted on into the pantry.
“I made a little sketch from that big map,” he told Kitty.
“So that’s what you went for?”
“Thought we might have a chance to look up Terrapin Island while we’re out,” he said. “Come, let me show you.”
He spread a hasty sketch on the dining-room table.
“I’ve been wondering if Terrapin Island is near the place where they burn the hospital waste.”
“It’s the very next island, see!” Brad traced with his finger the inlet that swung southwest around Palmetto Island, and farther south separated Terrapin Island from its neighbor, which they discovered was called Mangrove Island.
Two hours later the picnickers came ashore on an island covered with virgin pines. By subtle suggestions Kitty and Brad had succeeded in heading their expedition toward the goal they had in mind. Mr. Carter and Hazel had no particular purpose but to enjoy the sunshine and bracing air, and so were amenable to suggestions. Kitty and Hazel insisted on doing their share of the rowing, so the trip was easy for all.