The twins, dressed exactly alike in blue dimity, came up together, bowing and expressing their thanks.
“The prize for canoes—to Mary Louise Gay,” continued Mr. Robinson. “More tennis balls!”
David McCall clapped loudly, and everybody else joined in the applause. Mary Louise was a general favorite at Shady Nook.
“The prize for motorboats goes to my son Stuart for his funny-looking contraption!”
Everybody clapped but Jane; she was terribly disappointed. She didn’t see why Cliff’s clever idea hadn’t taken the honors. But glancing at the young man she could detect no resentment in his face. He was a wonderful sport.
After the prizes had been disposed of, the games began, and continued until dark. Almost everyone joined in the fun—even the middle-aged people. All except a few who were helping Mrs. Flick prepare the refreshments, and Mrs. Hunter and the Fraziers, who were too stiff and dignified.
“How do you like Mrs. Hunter?” whispered Mary Louise once when the two chums found themselves hiding side by side in a game.
“Kind of stuck up,” replied Jane. “But she’s better than those Fraziers. He’s positively oily!”
“Didn’t I tell you? I wouldn’t stay in his hotel if our bungalow burned down—no matter how much money we had.”
“Mrs. Hunter seems to like him. But I think it’s Frazier who put the idea into her head that Ditmar set her cottage on fire. Because I heard him say to her, ‘I wonder whose place will burn down tonight. Ditmar stayed home!’”