"It is—when you're not spilled," said Will. "You see in a stiff breeze the ice boat sort of rears up on its hind legs, like an auto going around a curve on two wheels, and there the spilling begins.
"As I said, the cockpit of the Spider will hold about ten comfortably, and if half spill out, why so much the more comfort for those who succeed in holding themselves in."
"But what about us?" asked Grace.
"Oh, we'll hold you in," volunteered Will, cheerfully.
"No, I mean do you really intend for us to use it to go to camp?" insisted his sister.
"I sure do. It's a dandy boat—the Spider, and——"
"Spider!" exclaimed Betty with a little shiver. "What possessed you to take such a name?"
"It looks like a water bug—the ice is not far removed from water. Hence Spider. Do you get me—or the spider?"
"Oh, you boys!" sighed Grace. "Girls, shall we consider it—the ice boat?"
"It will be just the proper caper," said Will. "We can take you all up in one load, and your suit cases, too. Trunks can go by express. Then we can stay a week or so with you in the cabin, and——"