"And enough sight better tempered," Dora observed.
"You know what Hester is doing now?" demanded Jess, in anger.
"What is it?" asked Dorothy.
"She is trying to make the other girls think that the Executive Committee only cares about the eight-oared boat race, and that we'll put up no fight for Central High's entries in the other events."
"She is going to make trouble if she can," declared Dora.
"It isn't so," Laura said, firmly. "There is going to be a fine canoe race—we look to you twins to make good for Central High in that."
"We'll do our best," said the twins together, nodding.
Aunt Dora did not approve of the twins being on the lake so much; in her girlhood "young ladies" of the twins' age did not row, and paddle, and swim, and otherwise imitate boys.
"And I remember that you never were any fun, as a girl, Dora," observed Mr. Lockwood, at the supper table that night, when his sister uttered her usual criticisms of the twins' conduct. "You squealed if you came across a caterpillar, and a garter snake sent you into spasms, and it tired you to walk half a mile, and——"
"Thanks be! I was no tomboy," gasped Aunt Dora.