aid Louise. "Why, Bentley? Did you find a bag?"

"No, but I saw one in a shop, and I thought it might belong to some one
of you girls. What sort did you lose?"

Neither girl knew much about the lost bag, but Louise thought it might
be a blue crochet.

"Yes, that's it," said Bentley. "It has a tassel on it and it's blue.
I'll get it for you next time I go over to Jake's," he offered.

"Is it at Jake's?" exclaimed Kitty. "That's where I saw the dandy pumps
with buckles on, and the swellest silk stockings. Louise, I'll get the
bag for you, because I'm going over to Jake's to buy some of those
things!"

"Oh," exclaimed Louise, in a gale of laughter. "Those are our pumps and
stockings. They were taken off from the beach."

"You don't say?" and Kitty's tone allayed any possible suspicion.
"That's just like Jake. Buys everything the boys offer, and no questions
asked, just like they say in the papers. I tell you, I'll come around
when I can," this rather dubiously, "and I'll get you girls, and we'll
go and raid Jake. It'll do him good."

When she raced off with Bentley and Leonore turned toward the village
the scouts were still shaking with laughter.

"We are to raid Jake's. Remember that," said Margaret.

"But we will surely have to make a contribution to Kitty," said Louise.
"She has had her eye on your buckles, Maggie."

"Why didn't you see the patient all the way home?" asked Leonore, when
they stopped for the other girls at the Post Office.

"Oh, why didn't we?" reiterated Louise. "Leonore, she lives on forbidden
ground. We have had a glimpse of it and hope for more, but we have to
bide-a-wee, don't we, Margaret? Get me a quart of those peaches," she
called out to Cleo, who seemed spellbound before a fruit stand.

"And I want new apples," ordered Margaret. "Don't take any old cold
storage stuff. I want new ones, if they do pizen me," she declared.

"How folks stare," whispered Louise. "I'll have to leave off this handy
little uniform for a while."

"Not at all," protested Margaret. "We want folks to know who we are. I
feel like giving the cheer this very minute."

But the return of the marketers forestalled any such danger. Apples and
peaches, and even a big melon, were piled in the car by the boy from the
Italian fruit stand, and then Cleo insisted on every one having a soda
before going back to Ocean Avenue.

The drug store, where the best soda was served, filled many other civic
needs than those of s