"Aren't there any boats here beside that old flat bottom skiff?" asked Bessie.
"Aren't there? Just wait till you see! If we hadn't had all that excitement yesterday Captain Salters would have brought the Eleanor over. He will to-day, too, and then you'll see!"
"What will I see, Dolly? Remember I haven't been here before, like you."
"Oh, she's the dandiest little boat, Bessie—a little sloop, and as fast as a steamboat, if she's handled right."
"Now we'll never hear the end of her," said Margery Burton, with a comical gesture of despair. "You've touched the button, Bessie, and Dolly will keep on telling us about the Eleanor, and how fast she is, until someone sits on her!"
"You're jealous, Margery," laughed Dolly, in high good humor. "Margery's pretty clever, Bessie, and when it comes to cooking—my!" She smacked her lips loudly, as if to express her sense of how well Margery could cook. "But she can't sail a boat!"
"Here's Captain Salters now—and he's towing the Eleanor, all right, Dolly," cried one of the other girls.
"Oh, I'm so glad!" cried Dolly. "Bessie, you've never been in a sail boat, have you? I'll have to show you how everything is done, and then we'll have some bully fine times together. You'll love it, I know."
"She won't if she's inclined to be seasick," said Margery. "The trouble with Dolly is that she can never have enough of a good thing. The higher the wind, the happier Dolly is. She'll keep on until the boat heels away over, and until you think you're going over the next minute—and she calls that having a good time!"
"Well, I never heard you begging me to quit, Margery Burton!" said Dolly. "You're an old fraud—that's what you are! You pretend you are terribly frightened, and all the time you're enjoying it just as much as I am. I wish there was some way we could have a race. That's where the real fun comes in with a sail boat."