The Trail of the Green Doll
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CHAPTER IV A Startling Experiment
The driveway, or Little Road, as Judy called it, went down a steep slopefrom the main road. Then it crossed Dry Brook, went through the groveand up another slope, where it took a half-turn, like a half-circle, infront of the house and ended at the barn. Horace stopped his car on thedownward slope and they all got out.
“Well, here we are opposite the barn. Now for the experiment. Who wantsto yell?” Judy asked.
“Let’s all do it together,” Honey suggested. “Do you remember our oldschool yell?
“Boom ta! Boom ta! Boom! Boom! Boom! Farringdon Girls’ High School, give us room!”
“Oh, Honey, let’s not give that one,” Judy objected. “It always makes methink of when the old high school burned down.”
“We had a better one at Boys’ High—”
“And a still better one back in Roulsville before the flood,” Judyinterrupted. “Horace, do you remember how it went? It meant, ‘_This iswhere we’re hiding_,’ and if you tried hard you could pick the word_hiding_ out of the jumble of nonsense.”
“I didn’t decode it. I just yelled it,” Horace chuckled. “_Hip deminigafolliga sock de hump de lolliga yoo hoo!_” he yelled.
“Good heavens!” Honey said, holding her ears.
But Judy was listening for the echo. It was a very ordinary one, nothalf as startling as the yell itself. Horace suggested they try it froma different angle, but just then Judy’s cat Blackberry appeared fromaround the corner of the barn and yowled, as if he were trying to say,“Please, people, don’t scare away my mice!”
The chickens were cackling, and even Ginger, in a far corner of thepasture, gave a startled whinny. Daisy, munching grass a little nearerby, looked up in the docile manner of cows and continued to regard Judywith a disconcerting stare.
“I don’t really think,” Honey said when their laughter had subsided,“that we ought to try that yell again. I hope it didn’t curdle Daisy’smilk.”
“She reminded me of you, sis, the way she ignored us!”
“Now that I won’t take, being compared to a cow,” cried Judy as she wentfor Horace.
They chased each other as far as the big barn door where they stopped toread the sign that was posted there.
HEADQUARTERS OF THE BLACK SPOT _Moved to Wally’s house. Meeting at 2 o’clock_
“We’ve solved one mystery, at least,” Horace said as Honey came closerto admire the lettering. “Now you know what became of your left-overpaint.”
“Ricky must have borrowed it. He’s the new president of the JuniorFBI—excuse me, I mean the Black Spot,” declared Judy. “I don’t think Ilike their new name. I wonder who dreamed up that one.”
“Blackberry doesn’t seem to care for it, either,” observed Honey. “Justlook at the way he’s acting. What’s the matter with him?”
The cat was circling around them as if he wanted to tell them something.
“Shall I take him with us in the car?” asked Horace. “You don’t have tostay home for the children if they’re meeting somewhere else.”
“That’s true,” Judy admitted. “I didn’t tell them, but I plannedrefreshments. Now we’ll have all that left-over food.”
“What a pity!” Horace said, smacking his lips.
“It’s just cookies and chocolate milk. Hardly a treat for anyone withyour appetite,” Judy told him. “The children may be back, anyway, incase Wally’s mother doesn’t approve of their plan. Most of the mothersdidn’t want the meetings in their immaculate new houses. That’s why Itold them they could meet in our barn. I like having them.”
“If I were you,” Honey said, “I’d like having them somewhere else thisafternoon. If we’re looking for whatever we weren’t supposed to lookfor—”
“What kind of double-talk is this?” Horace interrupted.
“Oh, didn’t we tell you?” Judy knew she hadn’t, but she was stilltempted, at times, to tease her brother. It was sort of a game betweenthem.
“You told me very little,” he answered. “You were afraid I’d get a storyout of it, but never fear! We’ve printed enough of that spooky stuff.”
“This was spooky, all right,” Judy said with a shiver. “The trees warnedus or the men, I’m not sure which, not to look for it.”
“You see,” Honey pointed out, “since we have no idea what _it_ is, thewhole thing is rather hard to explain. But you should know, Horace. Yousaid you heard the trees talk before. What did they say? Can youremember?”
He thought about it for a minute.
“I’ve forgotten a lot of it, but once they told me to keep still, and Ididn’t dare open my mouth all day. They really frightened me. I wassomething of a sissy then,” he confessed, “but Judy cured me of it. Ididn’t tell her anything about it when it happened, for fear she wouldlaugh at me.”
“You see what a meanie I was?” Judy asked. “Where were you, Horace? Imean when you heard all this.”
“I don’t remember exactly. There was a hollow tree not far from where Iwas standing, and the voice seemed to come from there. The hole in thetree was small. I remember thinking how much it looked like an openmouth.”
“I know that tree. I used to use the hole to get a toehold when Iclimbed it. You can see the top of it from here. It’s that big spreadingtree beyond the barn. Unless it was an echo,” Judy went on in a puzzledtone, “I don’t see how it could have happened—unless a radio orsomething of the kind was hidden there.”
“No, there was nothing,” Horace said. “I got up courage enough to look.Nothing larger than a doll could have squeezed inside.”
“One of my dolls, maybe. I used to play with them in the grove.”
“But your dolls didn’t talk.”
“I pretended they did. All little girls pretend their dolls can talk,”declared Judy.
“I didn’t,” Honey said. “I never played with dolls. But then I didn’tgrow up in my own home the way you and Horace did. I try not to remembermy childhood.”
“I know.” Judy gave the friend and sister she had found a quick kiss.Then, suddenly, Honey remembered something else.
“That tourist sign!” she exclaimed. “We never took it down.”
“Too late,” Horace commented as a small voice spoke almost at his elbow.
“Please,” it said, “may we stay here for the night?”