have any adventures," she said. "There
isn't so very much to do besides swimming and rowing in Uncle Tom's
rowboat----"

"Goodness, isn't that enough?" said Billie, turning on her. "Why, just
being at the seashore is an adventure. Just think, I've never in my life
been inside a really truly lighthouse. It's going to be just wonderful,
Connie."

"And aren't the boys coming in their motor boat, too?" added Vi eagerly.
"Why, they will probably take us for a sail around the point and
everything. Connie, how can you say we're not going to have any
adventures?"

Connie laughed.

"All right," she said. "Don't shoot. I'll take it all back. And there's
Uncle Tom's clam chowder," she added. "People come from all over just to
taste it."

"What time is it, Laura?" asked Billie, turning from the window suddenly
and tapping nervously on the window sill. "It won't take us very much
longer to get there, will it?"

"Only three hours," answered Laura, consulting her wrist watch.

"Only three hours!" groaned Billie. "And I thought we were nearly there."

There was silence for a little while after that while the girls took up
their magazines again and turned the pages listlessly. At the end of
another half hour they gave up the attempt entirely and leaned their
heads wearily against the backs of the seats, fixing their eyes upon the
ever-changing scenery that fled past them.

"Are we going to form our Detective Club?" asked Connie suddenly out of
the silence.

The girls stared at her a minute as if she had roused them out of sleep.

"For goodness sake, what made you think of that now?" asked Laura a
little peevishly. "I'm so tired I don't want to form clubs or anything
else. All I want is to get out somewhere where I can stretch my legs, get
some supper, and go to bed. I'm dead."

"You're making lots of noise for a dead one," chuckled Billie, and Laura
made a face at her.

"But no one's answered my question," broke in Connie plaintively. "I
thought you girls loved mysteries and things."

"Well, who says we don't?" cried Laura. "Just show me a good live mystery
and I'll forget I'm all tied up in knots and everything."

"Just listen to her!" exclaimed Connie indignantly. "Do you mean to say
you've forgotten that we have a mystery already?"

"Oh--that," said Laura slowly, while a light began to dawn. "Yes, I did
forget about it; we've been so busy getting ready and everything."

"Well, I haven't forgotten about it," said