“Oh, as well as you can expect. They’re going to operate soon, I heard. How is Mollie standing it, Grace?”
“Fairly well. Isn’t it strange that we should meet the two autoists?”
“Yes. Have you put them wise yet?”
“Wise? What do you mean? Such slang!”
“I mean told ’em who you are?”
“No, and we’re not going to for a while yet. We don’t want to make them feel bad.”
“All right, suit yourselves. We’re coming up and see you when you get in camp.”
“Yes, do. We’ll write when we’re settled.”
Preparations for the race were going on, and the Gem, as were the other boats, was being groomed for the contest. She had been converted into her own self again, and Betty had engaged a man to look over the motor, and make a few adjustments of which she was not quite capable.
Uncle Amos came to Rainbow Lake to see the girls and the boat. He was not much impressed with the sheet of water, large as it was, but he did take considerable interest in the coming race, and insisted on personally doing a lot of work to the boat to get her “ship-shape.”