“I’m sure of it,” murmured Grace—literally murmured—for she had a marshmallow chocolate between her white teeth.
“How about Percy Falconer?” asked Amy, mischievously. “I am sure he would wear a perfectly stunning—to use his own word—sailor suit.”
“Don’t you dare mention his name!” cried Betty. “I detest him.”
“Let us have peace!” quoted Mollie. “Then it’s all settled—we’ll cruise and camp and——”
“Cruise again,” finished Betty. “For we have two months, nearly, ahead of us; and we won’t want to camp more than a week, perhaps. We can go into the lower river, below Rainbow Lake, too, I think. It is sometimes rough there, but the Gem is built for rough weather, Uncle Amos says.”
The girls discussed further the coming trip and then, as each one had considerable to do still to get ready, they went gaily to their several homes.
Will came in later, looked moodily into an empty candy box, and exclaimed:
“You might have left a few, Sis.”
“What! With four girls? Will, you expect too much.”
“I wonder if I’ll be disappointed in expecting a ride in Betty’s boat?”