"Rough! You should see the water along the New England coast!" cried Henry Blackford. "Why, even when it's smoothest, a boat nearly turns on her beam ends."
"Would one—er—would one get—er—seasick?" faltered Percy.
"One would—most decidedly!" exclaimed Roy.
"Oh, dear! Then I don't believe I can go," went on the other. "But my father has promised to go for a tour in our motor car, and I may be able to induce him to take in the New England shore. It would be horribly jolly if I could, now; wouldn't it? What? Ha! Ha!" and he beamed on the assembled crowd of young people.
"Most beastly delightful!" mocked Will, in a low voice.
"Where's your place, Betty?" asked Allen.
The Little Captain told him, and the two moved off by themselves for a little chat.
"Say, Will, why don't you want to get too far from shore?" asked Grace of her brother. "What's the secret? I think you might tell me!"
"I will when the time comes," he said, coolly.
"You're not going back to Uncle Isaac's factory; are you?"