They weren’t sure what kind of clue they were looking for, but they kept an eye out for anything unusual. When they came to a creek, Benny pointed to a fallen tree that made a perfect bridge across the water. “I bet that’s the spot Amanda was talking about,” he said. Violet looked over. “You mean, where she’d sit with her grandfather?” Benny nodded. “And they’d dangle their feet in the water.” “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” said Henry. “Why don’t we have our picnic right here?” With that, the children pulled off their socks and shoes, then made their way to the middle of the log. As they sat side by side, Jessie passed out the sandwiches, while Henry opened the thermos and poured the lemonade. “We’ve been all over Fudge Hollow,” Benny said, as he dipped his toes into the cool water. “What’s next?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,” Jessie admitted. “Maybe we missed something,” said Violet. She tore a piece of crust from her bread and tossed it in the water for the ducks.
