d held it in the water. I think
she is mistaken.

11. Most extraordinary thing--Hutchins has asked permission to take pen
and ink across to the detective! Have consented.

11.20. Hutchins is still across the river. If I did not know differently
I should say she and the detective are quarreling. He is whittling
something. Through glasses, she appears to stamp her foot.

11.30. Aggie has captured a small sunfish. Hutchins is still across the
river. He seems to be appealing to her for something--possibly the
underwear. We have none to spare.

11.40. Hutchins is an extraordinary girl. She hates men, evidently. She
has had some sort of quarrel with the detective and has returned flushed
with battle. Mr. McDonald called to her as she passed, but she ignored
him.

12, noon. Really, there is something mysterious about all this. The
detective was evidently whittling a flagpole. He has erected it now,
with a red silk handkerchief at end. It hangs out over the water.
Aggie--bass, but under legal size.

1.15 P.M. The flag puzzles Hutchins. She is covertly watching it. It is
evidently a signal--but to whom? Are the secret-service men closing in
on McDonald?

1. Aggie--pike!

2. On consulting map find unnamed lake only a few miles away. Shall
investigate to-morrow.

3. Steamer has just gone. Detective now has canoe, blue in color. Also
food. He sent off his letter.

4. Fed worms. Lizzie thinks they know me. How kindness is its own
reward! Mr. McDonald is drawing in his anchor, which is a large stone
fastened to a rope. Shall take bath.

Tish's notes ended here. She did not take the bath after all, for Mr.
McDonald made us a call that afternoon.

He beached the green canoe and came up the rocks calmly and smilingly.
Hutchins gave him a cold glance and went on with what she was doing,
which was chopping a plank to cook the fish on. He bowed cheerfully to
all of us and laid a string of fish on a rock.

"I brought a little offering," he said, looking at Hutchins's back.
"The fishing isn't what I expected but if the young lady with the hatchet
will desist, so I can make myself heard, I've found a place where there
are fish! This biggest fellow is three and a quarter pounds."

Hutchins chopped harder than ever, and the plank flew up, striking her
in the chest; but she refused all assistance, especially from Mr.
McDonald, who was really concerned. He hurried to her