“What a dear little fellow!” cried Billie. “I would like to have him hop on my finger and look at me with his shiny little black eyes. Do you live near Palm Beach, Edward? Couldn’t we motor over and see him some time?”
There was a whirring noise behind them. The boy turned quickly without answering and looked back. Another motor-boat was coming toward them at a clipping rate.
“Would you like a little race?” he asked, rather wistfully. “I know that boat, and ours can beat it, if that’s the same fellow who ran it the other day.”
“Wouldn’t it be dangerous?” asked Miss Campbell, smiling indulgently in spite of her objections.
The Motor Maids exchanged amused glances. They had long had a secret conviction that there was nothing the little lady enjoyed more than to sit on the back seat of the Comet and close her eyes, while they took a breathlessly swift run up the Cliff Road at West Haven.
“I don’t think it would be dangerous, ma’am,” replied Edward. “This is a dandy little boat if it is handled properly.”
“And you’re sure you know how to handle it, Edward?”
“Certainly, ma’am. I’ve raced in it before and raced this other boat, too.”
“Did you win the race, Edward?”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied the boy earnestly.