upplying sundaes and prescriptions. It also served
as a town information bureau, and just now, while the girls were waiting
for their order, a very pompous woman in the spickest, spannest white
duck outfit, was asking questions from the prescription clerk.

The girls heard him mention "the Point" and at this they stopped talking
to "listen in."

"But I must get my messages as quickly as they are received," said the
white duck woman. "It is of the utmost importance."

"Wireless messages have to be relayed," explained the man, "and besides
that, we can't always get a boat over to the place." His voice was
vindictive.

"All right, but please be more careful," said the woman. "It is not a
matter of money, you know."

"We only have one kind of charge," fired back the clerk rather angrily.
"Our boys are paid for their time, and that's all we ask." He turned
away to answer the telephone, and the haughty creature left the drug
store. As she did she made no excuse for an impertinent survey of the
girls, sipping their sodas.

"Know us the next time," said Cleo.

"Surely will," added Louise.

"And getting wireless messages for Luna Land! Now I'm all excited," and
Margaret tried to make use of two drug store fans, one in each hand.

"It is flabbergasting," gulped Louise, finishing her soda. "That white
duck reminds me of something."

"Of Kitty's nurse," Margaret exclaimed. "I think though, the wireless
one has a crackle the hospital brand lacks. Kitty's nurse was quite
noiseless."

"That one wasn't, though," declared Julia. "She had enough starch in
that outfit to defy even the Sea Crest dampness. Perhaps that was the
real idea. Come on, scouts. Do you recall Neal is to take us out in his
new launch?"

"And did you hear he is going to call it the Treddie, after us?" added
Grace.

"Yes, wanted to make it True Tred, but we told him that was
copyrighted," explained Julia.

"Shall we dare ask for a trip to the Point?" inquired Helen. "That was
the plan you know; first trip in the new launch."

"We'll see. But come on, do. Leonore, you are a dear, to take us all
about, and listen to our prattle," Cleo told the capable driver who had
long since finished her soda, and was waiting patiently for the younger
girls.

"I like it," she replied with evident sincerity.

"You shall have a box of sunburn cream for that," sang out Louise. "What
is your brand? Or would you rather have a talcum?"

Selecting from the bewilderin