Jessie was of course delighted to see Darry and Burd in Amy's company
when her chum appeared on the Norwood premises after breakfast. Jessie
had dressed Henrietta, and the child was preening herself in the sun
like a peacock. The boys scarcely recognized her.

At once Burd Alling called her the Enchanted Princess. That disturbed
little Henrietta but slightly.

"I expect I am a 'chanted princess,'" she admitted gravely. "I expect
I am like Cinderella. I know all about her. And the pumpkin and rats
and mice was charmed, too. I hope I won't get charmed back again into
my old clothes."

"You could not very well help Mrs. Foley in that dress, Henrietta,"
Jessie suggested.

"No. I suppose not. But if I could just find my cousin Bertha maybe I
would not have to help Mrs. Foley any more. Maybe Bertha is rich, and
we could hire somebody to take care of Billy Foley and to clean out
the kitchen stove."

She was more than eager to ride along with the others to look for
Bertha Blair. As it chanced, Jessie did not have to call for Chapman
and the Norwood car when the time to go came. For who should drive up
to the house but Mark Stratford, who had come home with Darry and Burd
from the yacht cruise and had driven over from Stratfordtown in his
powerful car?

It was a tight fit for the six in the racing car, but they squeezed in
and drove out through the Parkville road while it was still early
morning. Meanwhile Darry had explained his idea to the others, and
they were all eager to view the surroundings of the Gandy stock farm.

"If Bertha is there she'll know me if I holler; of course, she will,"
agreed little Henrietta. "But she never will know me by looking at me.
Never!"

"So she'll have to shut her eyes if she wants to know you, will she,
kid?" chuckled Burd.

There really did not seem to be any need for the child to call when
the party stopped before the closed gate, for there was not any sign
of occupancy of either the house or surrounding buildings. The
shingled old house offered blank windows to the road, like so many
sightless eyes. There were no horses in the stables, for the windows
over the box-stalls were all closed. And the tower the girls had
marked before seemed deserted as well.

"Just the same, the voice spoke of the red barn and that silo and
those two fallen trees there. Chapman says the trees must have fallen
lately. And yet there isn't an aerial in sight, as we told you," said
Jessie.

"Let's l