"Then, I guess we'll call it off."
Claire's mouth set, in quite an uncharacteristic way.
"No, indeed! We'll go! We couldn't have a better morning."
"Well, I do' know, but I wisht I had my long-handled feather-duster here to brush away some o' them flims o' dust off'n the ceilin'."
"Why, those are darling little clouds!" Miss Claire exclaimed reproachfully. "When the sun gets high, it will draw them out of sight entirely, and the sky will be as clear as crystal."
"It's as you think, not as I do," Mrs. Slawson rejoined. "If you're shooted, I'm shot!"
"In with you, children. Steady now!" commanded Claire.
Martha being already at the wheel, her husband had only to stow Mrs. Ronald and the girls safely amidships, see Sammy stationed in the stern in charge of the rudder-ropes, release the boat from its moorings, and The Moth was ready for flight.
"Take care of yourselves!" he called after them.
"Sure!" Martha shouted back, and they were off.