things are located," said Tom. "Your pin may be among them."
"Let's walk on a little farther," proposed Ruth. "I want to look at Madge Tyler's cottage."
"Has Madge a cottage here?" asked the lad, in surprise.
"Her people have taken one for the Summer. Madge has invited us girls to spend several weeks with her. Where are you boys going this vacation?"
"To Crest Island!" replied Tom promptly, though, a moment before, he had had not the slightest idea.
"Oh, you're just saying that!" challenged Ruth.
"No, really I'm not!" he insisted. "If you girls are going to cottage here, I don't see why we can't camp. Other fellows do."
"Oh, it would be nice, of course," she admitted, as they strolled along. "There's the Tyler place," called Ruth a little later. "I recognize the description. Isn't it lovely?"
"Fine!" agreed Tom. "And that looks like a good camping place," and he indicated a spot not far off.
They soon gave up looking for the lost brooch, which, as Ruth said, was like searching for a needle in a haystack. They strolled some distance on the island, admiring the Summer cottages that would soon be open, and then turned back.
