Meanwhile the scow was making slow headway out into the river and slightly up stream.
"Dick, don't you think this canoeing is going to prove too dangerous a sport for you boys?" asked Laura, regarding him with anxious eyes.
"Not when we get so that we know how to behave ourselves in a canoe, Laura," young Prescott answered.
"Yet, no matter how skilful you become, some unexpected accident may happen at any moment," she urged.
"You wouldn't have us be mollycoddles, would you?" asked Dick in surprise.
"Certainly not," replied Laura with emphasis.
"Yet you would advise us to avoid everything that may have some touch of danger in it."
"I wouldn't advise that, either," Laura contended with sweet seriousness. "But——-"
"You'd like to see us play football some day, wouldn't you?"
"I certainly hope you'll make the high school eleven."