“And you think you girls will go for a cruise?”
“I am sure we will, and as soon as we can. It will be the very thing for the hot summer.”
“Wouldn’t Will just love this?” sighed Grace.
“Perhaps Betty will invite him and Allen Washburn and Percy Falconer to come along on a trip or two,” said Mollie, with a wink at her chums as she mentioned Percy’s name. The latter was a foppish young man about town, who tried to be friendly with Betty; but she would have none of him.
“Never Percy!” she declared. “I’ll ask Will, of course, and Frank Haley, but——”
“Not Allen?” inquired Amy, mischievously, for it was no great secret that Betty really liked Allen, a young law student, and that he was rather attentive to her.
“Which way shall I steer to pass that boat, Uncle?” asked Betty, to change a subject that was getting too personal.
“Port,” he answered briefly.
“And that is——” she hesitated.
“The left,” he answered quickly. “It’s easy if you think that the letter L comes before the letter P and that L is the beginning of left. Port means left, always.”