“I know too,” declared Agnes. “An ice-cream cone.”
“Yep. Strawberry.”
“I want chocolate,” came promptly from Dot.
“And oh, can’t we have some lollypops too?” went on Tess.
“Sure—if the stores keep them,” answered Mr. Howbridge promptly. “Yes, I see a sign, ‘Ice Cream and Confectionery.’ I guess we can get what we want over there—when we reach the place.”
“Oh, goody,” cried Dot; and Tess patted her stomach in satisfaction.
It was early evening when they tied up at a wharf, which was operated in conjunction with a store, and while Mrs. MacCall and the girls were buying such things as were needed, Neale and Mr. Howbridge made some inquiries regarding the rules for navigating the lake. They found there would be no trouble in getting the Bluebird from place to place.
“Have you seen a small motor boat run by two men around here lately?” asked the lawyer of the dock keeper, after some unimportant talk.
“What sort of men?”
“Roughly dressed.”