Part 10 (1/2)
”Not a _great_ shoe box Please! My own shoes ca feet,” complained Atown, I suppose?” said Jessie, laughing
”Well, it's a sight! I wonder what beca one”
”I wonder if she found her cousin,” added Jessie
”That was a funny gahborhood after a girl What was her na since then, Amy, that we should have asked little Henrietta some more questions”
”Little Henrietta,” murmured Amy ”How funny! She never could fill specifications for such a na back over her shoulder, and still breathing easily as she set a slower stroke ”What I have been thinking about is that other girl”
”The lost girl, Bertha?”
”No, no Or, perhaps, yes, yes!” laughed Jessie ”But I o with them in the motor-car You surely reirl My! Yes, I should say I did remember her But what has that to do with little Henrietta? And they call her 'Hen,'”
she added, chuckling
”I have been thinking that perhaps the girl Henrietta was looking for was the girlbeing carried away by those women”
”Jess Norwood! Do you suppose so?”
”I don't knohether I suppose so or not,” laughed Jessie ”But I think if I ever see that child again I shall question her more closely”
She said this without the first idea that little Henrietta would cross their way ale of the old Carter place at the far end of the lake just before noon An end of the old house had been burned several years before, but the kitchen ell was still standing, with chimney complete
Picnic parties often used the ruin of the old house in which to sup
It was a shelter, at least
”I've got to eat I've got to eat!” proclaimed Amy, the moment she disembarked ”Actually, I am as hollow as Mockery”
”Well, I never!” chuckled Jessie ”Your siht do justice to Alone?” suddenly de around to look over the water
”Why! I didn't notice those clouds It is going to shower, A, too,” and Amy looked a little disturbed ”I confess that I do not like a thunderstorm”
”Let us draw up the canoe and turn it over Keep the inside of it dry
And we'll take the cushi+ons up to the old house,” added Jessie, briskly throwing the contents of the canoe out upon the bank
”Ugh! I don't fancy going into the house,” said Amy
”Why not?”