"All right, I won't let the next one escape," Betty promised.
And so they went on and on, enjoying the shadowy stillness of the night, and later revelling in the silver radiance of the moonlight.
It was not until they started on their journey side by side with the other canoe that Allen broached a subject that had been almost entirely forgotten in the excitement of the last few days.
"Say, when are you and Frank going to practice for the big race, Betty?" he asked. "I am mighty anxious to see it."
"To-morrow morning, I guess," said Betty, then added suddenly: "I don't see why Frank and I should furnish all the fun. Why don't you all join in? It would be ever so much more exciting."
"That's a good idea," said Allen. "I'll do it if the rest are willing. How about it, Grace?"
"I'm willing," she replied. "Oh, I have a bright idea!"
"Shoot!" said Frank inelegantly.
"Suppose we take our lunch," she went on enthusiastically, "and have a regular old-fashioned picnic in the woods beyond the camp."
"Grace, you are a marvel," cried Betty. "I can't think of anything I'd like better. Swimming in the morning and a party in the afternoon! Oh, every day is more wonderful than the last!"