CHAPTER XI
THE FIRST CANOE TRIP
“We want six more for the war canoe,” shouted the swimming teacher from the stern of that long, graceful, dark blue vessel.
“Come on, Miss West.”
“Throw me a life preserver to sit on,—please—we’re going three in this canoe.”
“You and I, Frances,” said Marion.
“No, you and I, Marion,” firmly insisted another girl, both Frances and Marion yielding to avoid controversy.
“Four more for the war canoe,” from the megaphone again.
“All right, Betty,” said Hilary, “you and Cathalina go on in the war canoe,—they need more and it will be easier for you, I believe. Lil and I will take this one by ourselves. Do you want to paddle bow or stern, Lil?”
“I don’t care, Hilary.”
“You’re not quite so husky as I am, and stern will be hard for you if you aren’t used to it. I guess you’d better paddle bow.”