Nan Sherwood's Winter Holidays; Or, Rescuing The Runaways — Annie Roe Carr

Ta-ra ta-ra ta-ra-ra-ra ta-rat Professor Krenner took the silver bugle from his lips while the strain echoed flatly from the opposite, wooded hill. That hill was the Isle of Hope, a small island of a single eminence lying half a mile off the mainland, and not far north of Freeling.