“Too late! They see us—they’re coming right toward us!” cried Grace, in some confusion.
CHAPTER XIV
THE REGATTA
The two young men came on, apparently with the object of speaking to the girls. Evidently they had purposely sought them out.
“Oh, it is Miss Nelson, and her friends from the Gem!” exclaimed Mr. Stone, which might indicate that he had expected to meet some other party of picnic lovers.
“I hope we are not intruding,” said Mr. Kennedy, “but we want to borrow some salt, if you have any.”
Betty looked at them curiously. Was this a subterfuge—a means to an acquaintance? Her manner stiffened a trifle, and she glanced at Aunt Kate.
“You see we came off on a little picnic like yourselves,” explained Mr. Stone, “and Bob, here, forgot the salt.”
“You told me you’d put it in yourself, Harry!” exclaimed the other, “and of course I thought you did.”
“Well, be that as it may,” said his friend, “we have no salt. We heard your voices over here and decided to be bold enough to ask for some. Do you remember us, Miss Nelson?”
“Oh, yes.” Betty’s manner softened. The explanation was sufficient. Clearly the young men had not resorted to this trick to scrape an acquaintance with the girls.