It was unusual to see so many pretty girls
in Compton, for summer visitors seldom came to the place. Furthermore,
these were different from any visitors ever seen there, so far as dress
was concerned. While waiting for the mail to be distributed, the girls
laughed and talked, apparently utterly oblivious of the presence of the
staring villagers. Miss Elting inquired for mail for the party as soon
as the wicket was opened.
"Here, Tommy, is a letter for you," she smiled. Grace took the letter
eagerly. "And here are letters for Harriet, Hazel, and Margery. There
is one for me, too. It is from your father, Jane."
"I have a letter here from Dad. I--will you look at that?" Jane stood
staring at the window. For a brief instant she had caught sight of a
man wearing a huge pair of goggles. He was peering through the
post-office window at them. But as she looked, the man disappeared.
"It was our friend with the green goggles again as sure as I'm alive!"
she exclaimed. "He was staring in here for all he was worth, but the
minute he saw me looking at him he vanished."
"I am afraid we are going to have trouble with this mysterious
individual," declared Harriet.
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