"BREEZY INN"


Sure enough, the tiny box contained a small key tied with a bit of
blue ribbon. Marjorie looked at it in bewilderment.

"It must unlock something!" cried Molly.

"Molly Moss," exclaimed Uncle Steve, "you have a wonderfully
clever head for your years! How did you ever guess that a key
would unlock something? You must have seen keys before!"

"But she never saw this one," cried Midge. "Oh, Uncle Steve, what
is it for?"

"You've been in suspense quite long enough, and now we'll try to
find a lock for that key to fit. Grandma and I will go first, and
if you three young ladies will follow us, we will go and hunt for
a keyhole."

Full of delightful anticipation, the three girls followed their
older leaders. Marjorie was in the middle, her arms twined about
Molly and Stella on either side, and their arms around her. Molly
and Midge wanted to skip, but Stella never skipped, so the result
was a somewhat joggly gait as they went down the path to the
orchard.

The south meadow was a wide expanse of humpy grass-land, with only
a few trees here and there.