Jean Craig Finds Romance
Kit was on lookout duty, and had been for the past hour and a half. The windows of one of the upstairs bedrooms commanded a view of a large part of the countryside, and from here she had done sentry duty over the huckleberry patch.
It lay to the northeast of the house, a great, rambling, rocky, ten-acre lot that straggled unevenly from the wood road down to the river. To the casual onlooker, it seemed just a patch of underbrush. There were half-grown-birches all over it, and now and then a little dwarf spruce tree or cluster of hazel bushes. But to the Craig family that ten-acre lot represented profit in the month of August when huckleberries and blueberries were ripe.
The Craig family were newcomers to the country, newcomers in the eyes of the natives of Elmhurst, Connecticut, for they had moved there a year and a half ago seeking peace and rest for Mr. Craig, who was slowly recovering from a nervous breakdown. The family’s adventures and problems in making their home in the country were told in Jean Craig Grows Up. Jean, eighteen and ambitious for an artist’s career, had spent part of the previous winter studying in a New York art school and her experiences there were described in Jean Craig in New York.
Sixteen-year-old Kit, in whom the spirit of adventure ran high, was watching suspiciously a trim-looking, red-wheeled, black-bodied truck, driven by a strange man, as it pulled up at the pasture bars and stopped. The man took out of the truck not a burlap bag, but a tan leather case and also something else that looked like a large box with a handle on it.
“Camouflage,” said Kit to herself, scornfully. “He’s going to fill them with our berries, and then make believe he’s selling books.”