ll her out o' name? Well,
there is no understanding you rich folks. Ha! So you want to take
little Hen away from me?"

"Only for over night. It would be a little vacation for her, you
know."

Mrs. Foley looked back into the kitchen and shook her head. "By the
looks o' things," she said, "she's been having a vacation right here.
Well, she'll be no good for a while anyway, I can see that. Why, she
can't much more than speak with them glad rags on her."

"Come on," said Henrietta, and walked down the steps, heading toward
the lake.

Amy burst into laughter again, and even Mrs. Foley began to grin.

"She's as ready to go as though you two young ladies was her fairy
god-mothers. Sure, and maybe 'tis me own fault. I've been telling her
for years about the Good Little People that me grandmother knew in
Ireland--or said she knew, God rest her soul!--and she has always been
looking for banshees and ha'nts and fairies to appear and whisk her
away. She is a princess in disguise that's been char-r-rmed by a
wicked witch. All them stories and beliefs has kept her contented.
She's a good little thing," Mrs. Foley ended, wiping her eyes. "Go
along with her and tell your Mrs. Momsy to be good to her."

So they got away from Dogtown with flying colors. Henrietta sat, a
little silk-clad figure, in the bottom of the canoe and shivered
whenever she thought a drop of water might come inboard.

"She ought to have worn her old clothes in the canoe," Amy suggested,
but with dancing eyes.

"O-o-oh!" gasped Henrietta, pleadingly.

"It is going to take dentist's forceps to ever get the child out of
that dress," chuckled Jessie. "I can see that."

They got back to Roselawn in good season for dinner. Chapman had
returned from town, but had not brought Mr. Norwood home. Jessie's
father, it seemed, had left the courtroom early in the afternoon and
had gone out of town on some matter connected with the Ellison case.
That case, as Jessie and her mother feared, was already in the court.
A jury had been decided upon, as the defendants, Mrs. Poole and Mrs.
Bothwell, had been advised by McCracken, their lawyer, to demand a
jury trial.

The plaintiffs would have to get in their witnesses the next day. If
Bertha Blair was ever to aid the side of right and truth in this
matter, she must be found and brought to court.

"And we don't know how to find her. If she is hidden away over there
at that Gandy farm, how shall we ever find it out for sure