on you and your aunt this very afternoon,
if you'll come up to our bungalow now with me and help carry this basket
of driftwood. Daddy and Ted won't move from the beach for the rest of the
morning, but I'd like to stop and talk with you. I get tired sooner than
they do."

Leslie agreed joyfully, and together they tugged a heavy basket of wood
up to the one other bungalow on the beach beside the one Leslie and her
aunt were stopping at--and Curlew's Nest. She found Fisherman's Luck a
delightful abode, full of the pleasant, intimate touches that could only
be imparted by owners who inhabited it themselves most of the time. A
roaring fire blazed invitingly in the big open fireplace in the
living-room.

"Come, take off your things and stay awhile!" urged Phyllis, and Leslie
removed her mackinaw and cap. The two girls sank down in big easy chairs
before the fire and laughingly agreeing to drop formality, proceeded as
"Phyllis" and "Leslie," to exchange confidences in true girl fashion.

"I mustn't stay long," remarked Leslie. "Aunt Marcia will be missing me
and I must go back to see about lunch. But what a delightful bungalow you
have! Are you here much of the time?"

"We're here a good deal in the off seasons--April to June, and September
through November. Father, Ted, and I,--but we don't care for it so much
in the summer season when the beach is more crowded with vacation folks
and that big hotel farther up the beach is full. We have some cousins who
usually take the bungalow for July and August."

"I never was at the ocean in October before," sighed Leslie, comfortably,
"and it's perfectly heavenly! We have that dear little bungalow, Rest
Haven, but the one right next to it is not occupied."

"No," said Phyllis, "and it's queer, too. I never knew either of them to
be occupied at this season before. They are both owned by the Danforths,
and they usually shut them both up on September 30 and refuse to open
them till the beginning of the next season. How did you come to get one
of them, may I ask?"

"Oh, I think Aunt Marcia's doctor managed it. He happened to know the
Danforths personally, and got them to break their rule, as a great favor
to him. We appreciate it very much. But do you know," and here Leslie
unconsciously sank her voice, "I saw such a queer thing about that other
bungalow late yesterday evening!" And she recounted to her new friend a
history of the previous night's experience.

"Oh, how perfectly g