“I’ll sail you over if you like, Elizabeth,” offered Fred. “I’ve only done half of my hundred and fifty miles for the sailing coup and I want to get in as much as I can every day.”
Billy sauntered in at this juncture wondering where his big brother could be.
“What’s up—Eliza going away?” he queried, hearing Fred’s offer and his sister’s smiling acceptance.
Mrs. Remington told him about the invitation and Billy chuckled. “That’s good! Then you won’t be here to see how we are going to be togged out for the ball, and Trix and Miriam won’t have any one to tell them who we are.”
Turning to his brother after having delivered this speech, Billy added, “Say, can’t you let me take the sail with you?”
“Sure—if you want to come.”
“Boys, why don’t both of you take a cruise and cover a lot of ground at one time—I mean a lot of water in one day!” suggested Mrs. Remington.
“Oh, mother, can we?” cried Billy.
“I’d like to, if you think it’s all right, mother,” added Fred.
“If the weather is good and you make careful plans I see nothing to hinder your trying it,” smiled Mrs. Remington.