“Mine—but you may keep it,” said Blake. “And the canoe,” went on Hadee. “The boat I came in drifted away.” “Jove! It’s good to get that canoe back,” said Jack. “It’s hidden back of the mill,” went on the Gypsy girl. “I have stayed here ever since.” “And was it your face I saw at the window?” asked Natalie. “Yes,” assented Hadee. “I was afraid you would come and find me that time. Then I found the secret room, and stayed there. I stole softly down in the night when the boys were here, and took some of their things when they were asleep,” she said shyly. “I needed them.” “Oh, we were easy marks,” admitted Phil with a laugh. “I needed the knife and matches,” the Gypsy girl went on, “but I’ll give them back. The food I ate.” “You’re welcome to it,” said Blake kindly. “I also took a few things from your camp,” she said to the girls. “The olives and sardines?” asked Marie. Hadee nodded. “I was sorry when—when my grandfather moved out. I didn’t know he was any relative,” she resumed. “I didn’t mean to scare him, but I suppose I did. I cried because I was lonesome and afraid.” “That’s all right!” exclaimed Hanson Rossmore. “As long as I’ve got some kin now, I don’t mind. I’m going to sell the old mill—I’ve got an offer for the property, and we’ll live together where nothing will remind us of it—Ethel Rose.” “Ethel!” exclaimed Natalie. They could all see how much Natalie resembled the Gypsy girl. “Yes, I’m going to call her that,” said the old man. “I don’t want any more Gypsy names.” “Well, I guess that explains everything,” said Jack. “So there was no ghost after all.” “No. And Natalie proved it!” declared Marie. “Oh, you dear girl!” and she put her arms around her chum. “Let’s get back to camp and have a celebration,” proposed Jack. “We’ll have enough to talk about for a month.” Hadee, or Ethel Rose Rossmore, to give her the name she was thenceforth to bear, rapidly recovered from her accident, and she and her grandfather made arrangements to board in the village until he could dispose of his property. The Gypsy camp was broken up, its members going whither no one knew. There were many complaints about them for small thefts, and arrests had been planned but too late. After all the excitement quiet days followed. There were Council meetings and camp-fires, walks in the woods and cruises on the lake, when many songs were sung. Cora, Gertrude, Edna, Sadie and Margaret also paid a visit to the woods. Mabel telegraphed the good news of the finding of the diamond ring to her mother, and the boys found their missing canoe and lantern where the Gypsy girl had left them. “And so the mystery of the old mill is settled,” remarked Blake, as he and Natalie walked along the lake shore one day. “Yes. It was like most ghosts—easily accounted for when you go at it right.” “But if it hadn’t been for you it might never have been solved.” “Oh, some one would have found poor little Hadee if I hadn’t.”