But don't let Jane send any
telegrams. She'll break me, she's so long-winded--"
"Which I inherited," finished Crazy Jane. "Come on, girls; let's go
out to the highway and see Dad off. We may have to watch him start off
on foot."
They met the men who were coming to pull the automobile out of the ice
pond. Mr. McCarthy gave them the additional job of towing the wrecked
car to the nearest garage.
Mr. McCarthy was in luck. The automobile that they had heard
approaching was a big power moving-van that had been down the coast
with a load of furniture for a city family who were moving into their
summer home. The driver was willing to give Mr. McCarthy a lift, and a
few moments later the contractor was bowling along the highway on his
way to Portsmouth, thence on to his home at Meadow-Brook. The girls
stood waving to him as long as the big car was in sight, he
occasionally leaning out to wave back at them. They then retraced
their steps to the camp, talking animatedly about the great treat in
store for them--the sailboat with the homely name. They could scarcely
contain themselves until the morrow, when the boat was to arrive. In
the meantime everybody went over to examine the trail that Tommy
Thompson had found.
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