"The Motor Girls on Crystal Bay, Or The Secret of the Red Oar," is
the title of the book immediately preceding this one.
It would hardly be fair to tell you, bold-facedly, what the "secret"
was. I would not like a book spoiled for me that way, and I am sure
you will agree with me.
But when Cora and her friends made the acquaintance of sad little
Freda Lewis, and later on of Denny Shane, the picturesque old
fisherman, they had the beginnings of the mysterious secret. And in
solving it, they bested the land-sharpers, and came upon the real
knowledge of the value of the red oar.
Those incidents had taken place during the summer. Autumn had come,
with its shorter days, its longer nights, the chill of approaching
frosts and winter, and the turning of leaves, and the girls I had
bidden farewell to the sad, salty sea waves, and had returned to
cheerful Chelton.
Cheerful Chelton--I believe I never thus alliteratively referred to
it before, but the sound falls well upon my ear. Cheerful Chelton--
indeed it was so, and though Cora and her chums had enjoyed
themselves to the utmost at Crystal Bay and in so enjoying had done
it noble service still they were glad to get back.
And now--
I beg your pardon! I really am forgetting, the boys, and as they
always have, and seem always destined to play in important part in
the lives of the girls, perhaps I had better introduce them in due
form.
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