I had forgotten Sara Ray. Nobody, except Cecily, ever did
remember Sara Ray unless she was on the spot. But we decided to
put her in as advertising manager. That sounded well and really
meant very little.

"Well, we'll go ahead then," I said, with a sigh of relief that
the project had been so easily launched. "We'll get the first
issue out about the first of January. And whatever else we do we
mustn't let Uncle Roger get hold of it. He'd make such fearful
fun of it."

"I hope we can make a success of it," said Peter moodily. He had
been moody ever since he was entrapped into being fiction editor.

"It will be a success if we are determined to succeed," I said.
"'Where there is a will there is always a way.'"

"That's just what Ursula Townley said when her father locked her
in her room the night she was going to run away with Kenneth
MacNair," said the Story Girl.

We pricked up our ears, scenting a story.

"Who were Ursula Townley and Kenneth MacNair?" I asked.

"Kenneth MacNair was a first cousin of the Awkward Man's
grandfather, and Ursula Townley was the belle of the Island in her
day. Who do you suppose told me the story--no, read it to me, out
of his brown book?"