"It looks like a whole book—instead of a note," laughed Mollie.
The Gem was started and began dropping down the branch stream toward the main river. At least the girls hoped it was the main river when they turned into a larger body of water. But as they puffed on, amid the lengthening shadows, an annoying doubt began to manifest itself in Betty's mind. She glanced at the shores from time to time.
"Girls," she said finally, "does everything look right?"
"Do you mean—your hair?" asked Amy.
"No, I mean the scenery. Is it familiar? Have we been here before? Did we come this way?"
They all stared at Betty.
"What—what do you mean?" faltered Grace.
"Well, I don't seem to remember this place," went on Betty. "I'm afraid we've taken the wrong turn in the river, and that——"
"You don't mean to say that we're lost; do you?" cried Mollie.