“Oh, but we are going to Hackle Island!” cried Jessie.
“Station Island,” put in Henrietta. “My island.”
“Of course. That is what I mean,” Amy hastened to say. “Instead of taking the train and then the regular boat, why not get the boys to take us all the way from the yacht club moorings to Station Island, or whatever it is called?”
“Why, Amy, that would be fine!” cried Jessie. “Will Darry do it?”
“He will or I shall disown him as a brother,” declared her chum, with vigor.
“Let’s run and see what Momsy says!” exclaimed the eager Jessie.
“We’d better go and hear what she says,” laughed the irrepressible Amy. “Come on, Hen! You want to be in it. Wouldn’t you like a boat ride to your island?”
“Why, how do you suppose I was going to get there?” demanded the little maid. “Automobiles don’t run to islands—nor yet steam trains. But I hope the boat won’t leak as bad as that trough me and Charlie Foley sailed in this morning,” she added thoughtfully.
CHAPTER VII—FORECASTS
The plan Amy had originated for going to Station Island on her brother’s yacht was approved by Jessie’s mother and father, and in the end the Drew family agreed to make the voyage, too. Mrs. Norwood sent down her housekeeper and a staff of servants in advance so that everything would be in readiness for the yachting party.