Benny’s eyes grew even rounder. He hurried over to the window and peeked outside.
“That’s a strange ghost story,” Jessie remarked, as she got up to clear the table.
“Eton Place has its share of mysteries,” Mrs. McGregor agreed. “No doubt about that.”
Benny suddenly looked over at Norah. “That man’s out there again.”
“What man?” asked Henry, coming up behind his brother.
“The one who wants to buy the bridge.”
In a flash, Norah was on her feet. “That fellow needs to be told a thing or two!”
Everyone followed as she led the way outside. Sure enough, they found Spence Morton standing on the bridge. He waved over to them. Spence was all smiles when they hurried over. “Just checking on my bridge,” he told them.
“Now just what does that mean?” Norah had an angry frown on her face.
But Spence didn’t seem to hear Norah. He just stared down at the stones and smiled.
“This bridge is mine,” Norah said sharply. “And I won’t be selling it to you or anyone else!”
Spence suddenly laughed, but not in a funny way. “I’ve got a hunch you’ll change your mind,” he said. Then he turned and strode away.
The Aldens exchanged worried looks. What was Spence Morton planning to do?
CHAPTER 4
Jon’s Blunder
As Spence walked off, Benny edged closer to the rough stone ledge and peered over the side. Down below, purple pansies rippled in the breeze. He looked relieved.
As if reading his thoughts, Henry put a comforting arm around his brother. “Not a drop of water in sight.”
“The Chattering Bones haunts the bridge at night,” said Pam, who was standing within earshot. “Remember?”
Henry turned to look at her. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”
Before Pam had a chance to answer, Jessie called out, “Look at this.” She pointed to a small bronze plaque bolted to one of the stones. Engraved on the plaque were the words JON’S BLUNDER.
“One of the men working on the bridge had it made as a joke,” Norah told them. “It wasn’t long before everyone started calling the bridge Jon’s Blunder.”
Benny frowned. “What’s a blunder?”
“A blunder’s a mistake, Benny,” Henry told him. “A big mistake.”
“Oh!” said Benny, catching on. “And Jon made a big mistake—the bridge wasn’t long enough for the stream.”
Norah laughed. “I’m afraid my great-great-grandfather never heard the end of it.”
Just then, Violet noticed something, too. The shape of a heart had been chiseled into one of the stones nearby. In the middle of the heart was Meg’s name.
They all moved closer for a better look. “Jon carved that heart for Meg on the day he proposed to her,” said Mrs. McGregor. “Right, Norah?”
“That’s right, Margaret.”
“It’s so romantic,” said Violet. She had a dreamy smile on her face as she traced the letters MEG with a finger.
But Benny was more interested in the mystery. “Let’s get started looking for clues,” he suggested.
“Any idea where you’ll begin?” Norah asked as they headed back to the house.
“We thought we’d hike around the property,” said Jessie. “Maybe keep an eye out for Eton’s Loop.”
“Whatever that is,” added Benny.
Mrs. McGregor looked up at the blue sky. “Why not pack a lunch?” she suggested.
“Oh, yes!” put in Norah. “What could be better than a picnic?”
“Nothing!” cried Benny, who loved picnics.
Mrs. McGregor smiled. “There’s a great spot to eat by the stream in the woods.”
“Sounds good,” said Henry.
“Come with us, Pam,” Jessie offered.
Pam put on a little smile. “Thanks, but I never hike that far. Not all the way to the woods.”
The Aldens looked at each other, puzzled. How could anyone turn down a picnic?
As they went inside, Norah said, “By the way, there’s a potluck dinner at the community center tonight, so watch the time.”
“What’s a—” Benny began to say, but Jessie knew the question before he asked it.
“A potluck’s where everybody brings something, Benny,” she explained. “That way, you get to sample different dishes.”
Benny broke into a big grin. “Sounds like fun!”
“A picnic and a potluck dinner in the same day,” said Henry. “That’s a dream come true for you, Benny!”
The Aldens washed and dried the breakfast dishes, then made sandwiches on the counter. Violet buttered the bread. Henry added cold cuts, pickles, and lettuce. Benny slapped on the mustard. And Jessie cut and wrapped the sandwiches that Benny passed to her.
“I wonder why Pam never wants to do anything with us,” said Benny, licking some mustard from the back of his hand.
“I’m not sure,” Jessie said after a moment’s thought. “She’s hard to figure out.”
“You’ve got that right,” said Henry.
“She didn’t even want to help us solve a mystery,” added Benny, who still couldn’t get over it.
“Maybe Pam’s shy around new people,” Violet was quick to suggest.
Jessie frowned as she wrapped a sandwich. She thought there was more to it than that. Pam always seemed so eager to get away from them.
Henry filled a large thermos with lemonade. “I think we should concentrate on one mystery at a time,” he said, and the others nodded.
Jessie loaded their picnic lunch into her backpack. She even remembered Benny’s special cup—the cracked pink cup he had found while they were living in the boxcar.
Then they filed out the door.
“Stick together!” Norah called out to them from an opened window. “We don’t want anyone to get lost.”
“Don’t worry, Norah,” Jessie called back to her with a little wave. “We always stick together.”
The Aldens set off across the fields, following a row of scraggly pines that grew near a rail fence. They made a detour around a weedy pond and stopped by a lone apple tree on a hill to pick wildflowers. By the time they reached the woods, the afternoon sun was getting hot and their flowers were starting to wilt.
“I’m starving,” said Benny, as they followed a winding path covered with pine needles. “Is it lunchtime yet?”
“Got to be!” said Henry. “I’m ready for a break.”
“Mrs. McGregor said there was a good spot for a picnic by the stream,” Violet recalled.
“It must be up ahead,” guessed Jessie. “Let’s keep going a while longer.”
Pine needles crackled under Benny’s feet as he quickened his pace. “Sure hope we find it soon,” he said, rubbing his empty stomach.
“Doesn’t it smell wonderful here?” Violet said, looking back at her older sister.
Jessie filled her lungs with the spicy scent of pine. “It sure does.”
Just then, Benny stopped so quickly that Henry almost bumped into him.
“What’s wrong?” Henry asked.
Benny stood frozen to the spot.
“Benny?” Jessie said in alarm. “Are you okay?”
The youngest Alden put a finger to his lips signaling for the others to be quiet. “Listen!”
No one spoke for a moment. Then Henry nodded. So did Jessie and Violet. They heard it, too. A rushing noise.
“That’s water rushing over rocks,” stated Henry. “The stream must be close by.”
It wasn’t long before they reached a stream that wound its way through the woods.
They quickly made themselves comfortable on the grassy bank. Then Jessie passed out the sandwiches while Henry poured the lemonade.
“Mrs. McGregor was right,” Violet said as she unwrapped a sandwich. “This really is a perfect spot for a picnic.”
Jessie looked around. “It’s a perfect spot for a bridge, too,” she said, taking the lemonade that Henry h
anded her.
“You’re right, Jessie,” said Henry. “I bet this is just where Jon Eton was going to put that old stone bridge.”
“I wonder if …” Violet began and then stopped herself.
“Are you wondering if one of the workmen really did steal Meg’s brooch?” Jessie asked. “I don’t blame you, Violet. I can’t help wondering about that myself.”
“Annette seems so convinced,” said Violet.
Henry suddenly had a thought that hadn’t occurred to him before. “Maybe it wasn’t one of the workmen who stole the brooch.”
“What are you getting at, Henry?” Violet looked confused.
“Maybe Jon took Meg’s brooch.”
“I suppose so.” Violet frowned. She didn’t want to believe Jon Eton would steal his wife’s family heirloom.
“If only we could figure out Meg’s verse,” said Jessie. She pulled her notebook from her back pocket and read the words aloud one more time.
When last goes first,
and first goes last,
Eton’s Loop will show you
a clue from the past.
But nobody had any idea what the verse meant. It still didn’t make any sense.
Violet couldn’t help noticing that her little brother was unusually quiet. She could tell something was troubling him. “Is anything wrong, Benny?”
Benny’s eyes were fixed on the water flowing swiftly over the rocks. “I heard it last night,” he said softly.
“Heard what, Benny?” Jessie asked.
“Water rushing over rocks!”
The others stopped eating and stared at him. “I didn’t know what it was,” Benny told them. “But now I do.”
“You couldn’t have heard this stream last night, Benny,” Henry argued. “It’s too far away from the house.”
Benny shook his head. “It wasn’t this stream, Henry. It was the ghost—the ghost of the Chattering Bones!”
“Oh!” Violet put one hand over her mouth in surprise.
But Henry wasn’t having any of that. “There’s no such thing as ghosts, Benny” he said for the umpteenth time. “Not even ghost streams.”
Violet glanced at Henry. She knew her older brother was right. And yet, Benny’s words still gave her a chill.
“Benny are you sure you weren’t dreaming?” Jessie wanted to know.
“I thought maybe I was,” Benny admitted. “I even forgot all about the weird noise for a while—until we got closer to this stream.” He looked over at his brother and sisters. “It wasn’t a dream last night. I’m sure of it.”
“There’s only one way to settle this,” said Jessie. “If it happens again, we’ll all check it out together.”
Violet added, “That’s a promise.”
“There must be an explanation for what you heard, Benny,” said Henry. “We just have to figure out what it is.”
Benny gave his brother and sisters a grateful smile. They always knew how to make him feel better.
After lunch, the four Aldens slipped off their socks and shoes and stood ankle-deep in the icy cold stream. The water was so clear they could see to the bottom. Sidestepping the rocks, they waded downstream. By the time they got back, their pockets were bulging with interesting pebbles.
When they stepped onto the mossy bank again, Violet spotted something half-hidden in the long grass nearby. “Look at this,” she said, holding up a braided green headband.
“I bet somebody’s looking all over for that,” said Jessie.
“Pam always wears headbands,” Benny pointed out as he put on his socks.
Henry nodded. “Maybe it’s hers.”
“Possibly,” said Jessie. “But not likely.”
Violet agreed. “Pam never hikes this far, remember?” She slipped the headband into her pocket, hoping to find the owner.
Henry looked at his watch. “I guess we should head back.”
“Right,” said Jessie, remembering the potluck dinner. “It’s a long hike.”
With that, the four children followed the path out of the woods, still no closer to solving the mystery. In fact, they didn’t have the faintest idea how they were going to solve it. All they knew was that they had to try.
CHAPTER 5
The Bones Chatter Again
Benny was checking himself out in the hall mirror when Mrs. McGregor came down the stairs in a peach-colored dress. “Doesn’t everyone look wonderful!” she said, smiling fondly at the children.
Henry Jessie, Violet, and Benny were ready for the potluck dinner. Jessie was wearing a watermelon-pink dress with pearly buttons. Violet had changed into a lavender T-shirt and pale blue skirt with lace pockets. Henry wore a blue shirt and black pants. And Benny had on a short-sleeved white shirt and tan pants.
Just then, Pam came out of the kitchen holding a covered dish. The cream-colored headband in her hair matched her dress. Norah, in a ruffled blue dress, was right behind her.
“Pam made pasta salad for the potluck,” Norah said proudly as they headed out to the car.
“Oh, do you enjoy cooking, Pam?” Violet asked.
Pam nodded. “I’m not very good at it yet,” she said. “But I’m learning.”
“Pam’s being modest,” Mrs. McGregor said as they pulled out of the driveway. “It just so happens I had a taste—and it was delicious!”
“It smells delicious!” Benny piped up from the backseat.
Pam, who was sitting up front between her great-aunt and Mrs. McGregor, turned around and smiled. “I’m making cookies tomorrow, Benny. You can help me decorate them if you want.”
“Sure!” Benny was grinning from ear to ear.
Pam was being very nice to Benny, Jessie thought.
“I was hoping Annette would join us,” Norah said as they drove through the peaceful countryside. “She doesn’t know a soul around here. I wanted to introduce her to a few people, but she said she’d rather work.”
“You certainly have a dedicated assistant,” Mrs. McGregor remarked.
Norah nodded, then she added, “By the way, if anyone comes across that tape recorder of mine, please let me know right away. Annette and I both use it for research.”
“You mean, it’s still missing, Norah?” Mrs. McGregor was surprised to hear this.
“I’m afraid so.”
“We’ll keep an eye out for it,” Jessie promised. And the others nodded.
“Oh, Pam,” Violet said, “speaking of lost things, are you missing a headband? A braided green headband?”
Pam whirled around. “Yes, did you find it?”
Violet nodded. “We came across it when we were out today.”
“That’s great!” said Pam. “It’s my favorite.”
The Aldens looked at each other. Pam said she never went into the woods. Why would she lie to them?
Just then, Norah pulled into the busy parking lot at the community center. “I wonder what everybody’s bringing for the potluck,” said Benny. He sounded excited.
“One thing’s for sure,” said Norah, parking in an empty space. “You’ll be stuffed to the gills by the time we leave!”
Benny jumped out of the car. “Let’s go,” he said, heading for the door.
Henry laughed. “When it comes to food, there’s no stopping Benny.”
Inside the packed center, people were already helping themselves to the hot and cold food set out on a long table. Pam went over to add her dish to the others.
“Wow, there sure are a lot of potluckers here,” Benny said as he looked around. “I hope they save some food for us.”
Jessie smiled at her little brother and brushed her fingers across his hair. “Don’t worry, Benny. I’m sure there’s plenty to go around.”
Norah put a hand to her cheek. “Oh, no. There he is again!” she said, keeping her voice low.
The Aldens and Mrs. McGregor looked at Norah, then in the direction she was staring. A man in gold-rimmed glasses was eating dinner at a small table in the corner. The man was Spence Morton!
“Never mind, now. We’ll just keep out of his way,” Mrs. McGregor told her friend.
Henry noticed that Benny was eyeing the buffet table again. “I think there’s still plenty of food there, Benny,” he teased.
Norah smiled at the youngest Alden. “Getting hungry?”
“Sort of,” Benny said, looking at her expectantly. “Is it time to eat yet?”
Norah laughed. “Go ahead.”
The Aldens quickly made their way over to the buffet while Norah and Mrs. McGregor mingled with the other guests. The children followed the line of people moving slowly around the table. After helping themselves to the different dishes, they carried their heaping plates to a small table and sat down.
“Mmm,” said Jessie, digging in. “Have you tried Pam’s pasta salad? It really is great.”
Henry nodded. “I’ll second that.”
“Don’t all look at once,” said Violet, “but Spence Morton has company.”
One by one, the other Aldens peeked over to take a look. Someone with gray streaks in her dark hair was sitting across from Spence. They seemed to be deep in conversation.
“Isn’t that Darlene?” Jessie said in surprise, trying not to stare.
“You mean the lady from the gas station?” asked Benny.
Violet turned around slowly to take another glance. “Yes, I think you’re right, Jessie.”
“I wonder what that’s all about,” said Henry
But they soon forgot about Spence Morton as Norah and Mrs. McGregor joined them, with Pam close behind. They all enjoyed a cheerful dinner together. Even Pam was all smiles.
Benny was just polishing off his second helping of chocolate cake when he spotted someone waving. “I think someone’s trying to get your attention, Norah.” He nodded in the direction of a man seated a few tables away.
“You’re right, Benny.” Norah smiled and waved, too. “That’s Bob Ferber. He did the work on my house.”
A young man of about thirty came over. He had sandy-colored hair and a golden tan.
“Good to see you, Norah!” He put out his hand. “And you, too, Pam.”
“How are you, Bob?” Norah responded, shaking hands. Then she introduced Mrs. McGregor and the Aldens.
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