“And that puts me in mind of another!” Jack heard his fun-loving cousin exclaim. “When is an apple pie more than an apple pie?”
“Oh, Andy! how can an apple pie be more than just an apple pie?” murmured May Powell.
“Isn’t it more of an apple pie when it’s a peach of an apple pie?” retorted Andy. And then May made a pass at him with a book she was carrying.
“You haven’t said a thing about the races you are going to have with Longley Academy,” came from Mary Rover. “Who is going to be in them? And when are they to take place? And are we going to be able to see them?”
“That’s all right, Cousin Mary! Fire three questions at a fellow all at once!” broke out Randy. “There are to be some single shell races, a four-oared race, and an eight-oared race. Also they are talking of getting up a race between two of the motor-boats.”
“My! but a race between motor-boats would be exciting,” murmured Martha.
“Andy and Randy are to be in one of the four-oared races,” said Jack. “Who is to row with them hasn’t yet been decided. Probably Spouter and Dan Soppinger. A lot of the other fellows will be in the singles and in the eight-oared events. The contests are to come off a week from next Saturday.”
“Where will they be held?” questioned May.
“That’s to be decided in a few days. Longley wants ’em on the other side of the lake and we want ’em on this side. I hope they have ’em on this side, because then all the folks living in and around Haven Point will be able to witness them.”
All too soon the visit had to come to an end, and with cheery good-bys the boys hurried back to Haven Point. They found Bob Nixon waiting for them.