"You have?" cried Grace. "You never told me a thing about it." She looked her keen reproaches.
"Well, I'm telling you now," said Will. "It is a second-hand one, and used to belong to the Chacalott Club, down the river. They bought a new one for racing purposes, and Allen heard of the chance to get this one. He told me, I told Frank, Frank told—told——"
"Oh, spare us the horrible details!" protested Grace. "Where do we come in?"
"In the ice boat, of course. Where else did you expect?" and Will grinned at her like a Cheshire cat.
"Provoking!" murmured Grace. "Do go on."
"Yes, do," urged Mollie. "We've got so much to do yet!"
"Well, as I said, we have a big, roomy ice boat," went on Will. "It isn't as comfortable as your Gem, Betty, and has no cabin."
"No cabin!" cried Amy. "I thought all boats had to have cabins."
"An ice boat is like a pair of stilts, crossed," explained Will. "There's no room for a cabin, but there is a sort of cockpit on this one. It will hold ten when they aren't spilled out on the way."
"Spilled out?" queried Mollie. "That sounds interesting."