"Well, good-bye, and I'll see you soon again," said Cora turning
toward her boat.
"Good-bye, miss, but say," and she half whispered, "is that girl
dumb?"
Cora burst out laughing. Bess a mute!
"No indeed, but she always lets me do the talking," answered Cora
with a sty look at the blushing Bess.
"She has good sense, fer you know how to do it," declared Kate
Simpson.
They could hear her bend the brush as she passed up the narrow way.
"What a queer creature," remarked Bess, when she felt that it was
safe to try her voice.
"She is queer, but I think she knows a lot about things of interest
to us. What did you think of her remark about Fern Island? To that
pretty little spot we will make our next voyage," declared Cora,
pulling on her thick gloves and taking her place in front of the
motor. "Turn out into the open lake," she told Bess as they started
off. "We will make a quick run and get back to the bungalow before
the others have done the marketing. I am glad it is not our turn to
get the lunch for I want to make a trip to Fern Island directly
after we have had a bite. Seems to me," and she increased the speed
of the engine a little, "it takes more time to get a meal at camp
than it does at home. The simple life certainly has its own
peculiar complications."
"Oh, there comes that man back! I am so glad we are away from that
place," exclaimed Bess, as the boat of Jim Peters, with the smiling
foreigner called "Jones" floated by.
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