“I guess she has a good opinion of it,” returned Jess, laughing.
“Well, suppose this fellow tells her she is right, and that he can get it produced, if she will put up the money?” suggested Mother Wit. “I—I wish Lil would place confidence in me.”
“Tell her mother.”
“No use,” sighed Laura. “I doubt if she would even listen to me. She wouldn’t want to be bothered. You know very well the kind of woman Mrs. Pendleton is.”
“Well, I don’t suppose it is any of our business, anyway,” spoke Jess.
“It is. Lil is one of us—one of the girls of Central High. We have a deep interest in anything that concerns her. The only trouble is,” sighed Laura, “I don’t know just what is best to do.”
CHAPTER XXI—MOTHER WIT PUTS TWO AND TWO TOGETHER
The snow still mantled the ground, and the coasting and ski running remained very popular sports with the girls and boys of Central High. But a day’s hard rain, with a sharp frost after it, had given the iceboating another lease of life, too. Lake Luna was a-glare from the mainland to Cavern Island, and the freight boats had given over running until the spring break-up.
Not that there were no open places in the ice—for there were, and dangerous holes, too. The current through the length of the lake was bound to make the ice weak in places. But near the Centerport shore was a long stretch of open ice that the authorities pronounced safe.
Chet and Lance got the Blue Streak out again and there wasn’t a girl in the junior class who was not envious of Laura and Jess. Skating was tame beside traveling at a mile a minute in an aero-iceboat; and the other ice yachts were not in the same class with the invention of Chet and Lance.