"Yes," urged Roy. "Go on, old man."
"As I was saying, when interrupted by this individual," resumed Allen, "one of my clients, who owns a large motor boat, has decided not to use it this summer. He has offered it to me, and we boys have made up a party to go on a cruise along the New England shore—Martha's Vineyard, Block Island and all that, you know!"
"The New England shore!" cried Betty. "Why, that's where Ocean View is—in New England. If you boys motor along there, can't you come to see us?"
"Of course we can!" exclaimed Allen, quickly. "But we hoped you might be able to take a cruise with us."
"Not a very long one, though we might go for a day or so," went on Betty. "You see, the girls are to be my guests. We were just arranging it when you came in. But we're awfully glad you will be down that way."
"So are we!" exclaimed Roy. "It's a dandy boat Allen has the use of. Sleeping cabin and all that. We can live aboard her. Be out of sight of land for a week, maybe."
"Hardly as long as that," objected Will.
"Why not?" Allen wanted to know.
"I'm expecting news, you know. My appointment—and all that."
"Oh, that's so. I forgot. Well, we could put in every now and then, to see if there was any word for you."