The Loon found a comfortable home with one of Mr. Hammond's workers, and
made himself very useful about the orange grove. He could not do enough
for the girls, or for Will and Tom, the latter two becoming fast chums,
as they had been companions in misery.
"And to think that soon we will have to leave this lovely place," said
Grace one day, when they had come back from a long trip on the river in
the _Gem_. "It is perfect here."
"It is," agreed Mollie, "but do you know I am rather lonesome for the
sight of a snowball, or an icicle."
"Mollie Billette!" cried Amy.
"Well, I am! Too much loveliness palls on one after a bit. Of course
it's lovely here, Amy, but we are Northern girls, and one winter in the
South can't change us."
"Well, we have certainly had some strange adventures here," remarked
Betty, as she swung her boat up to the dock.
"And with all the orange blossoms, none of us has worn any yet,"
remarked Grace, laughing.
"Oh, I don't know," said Mollie, with a mischievous look at Betty. "I
think some of us have a chance. I saw Tom Osborne out in the moonlight
with you last night, Grace.
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