"There's another thing, what are we to
do with this little Wren?"
"We can't leave her here, that's certain," declared Peggy with
vehemence.
"No, indeed," echoed Jess and Bess, who were of the council.
"Then what are we to do with her?"
"Just tote her along, I suppose," rejoined Peggy; "poor little thing,
she doesn't take up much room; besides, Jess thinks she's an heiress."
They all laughed.
"You must have had an overdose of Laura Jean Libby," declared Roy.
"Roy Prescott, you behave yourself," cried Jess, flushing up; "besides,
she has a strawberry mark on her left arm."
"My gracious, then she surely is a missing heiress," exclaimed Jimsy
teasingly; "all well-regulated missing heiresses have strawberry marks
and almost always on their left arm."
It was at this juncture that a knock came at the door. A bell boy stood
outside.
"A gentleman to see you, sir," he said, handing Roy a card.
On it was printed: "Mr. James Kennedy, Detective, Meadville Police
Station."
"Goodness, a real detective!" exclaimed Jess excitedly; "let's see him.
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