"Don't care. Want to see it," declared Ruth. "I hope we can get a boat. I didn't see many in use this morning."
"Some of the girls own their own. Especially canoes," said Jennie Stone. "But it's the thing to make the 'eight.' Let me tell you, us Ardmores are supposed to be some rowists! Our first eight beat the Gillings College first eight last June."
"We'll all try for the eight then," Helen said.
"And you, Jennie?" asked Ruth, mildly.
"Oh, me!"
"String beans for yours, Heavy," Helen cried, clapping her hands. "You'll have to diet on them until you have reduced to little more than a string yourself if you expect to make the eight."
"Bet I could do it," grumbled Heavy.
"A bet's a bet!" cried Helen. "I take you."
"Don't be rude, girls," advised Ruth. "You sound like regular, sure-enough gamblers. And, anyway, Heavy will never be able to make the eight. She might as well pay her wager now."
"Oh! oh! oh!" laughed Helen. "A palpable hit!"