"That's her," he announced.
And so it proved. The big motor boat swung up to the dock and Will, Roy, Henry and Allen smiled at the girls.
"Well, we're here, you see!" announced Grace's brother. "This is the first real stop of our cruise. Been having a fine time these last five days. But we're glad we're here."
"And we're glad to see you!" responded Betty. "Do come up to the cottage. Mamma will want to see you. How long can you stay?"
"Oh, a week—two weeks—a month in a place like this with—ahem! such nice girls!" remarked Roy.
"Oh, what's that? You scratched me!" exclaimed Grace as she suffered her brother to imprint a sort of half-way kiss on her cheek. His coat blew open, disclosing something shining through an armhole of his vest.
"Oh, that's my—badge!" he announced.
"Your badge? What are you, a pilot?" demanded Amy.
"Ahem! At your service!" exclaimed Will, with a low bow, as he extended a card to his sister. Grace fairly grabbed it from him, and read her brother's name, while, in a corner of the pasteboard, under a monogram device, were the letters "U. S. S. S."
"What does it mean?" she asked.