"There would be plenty of boats to give us a tow," replied Cora, "but I have not the slightest idea of getting stuck. My engine works splendidly."
She found an opportunity to whisper to her brother: "What about Miss
Blake?"
"I'll tell you later, sis," he whispered back. "It isn't very important. Don't ask me now," and then he went on fussing over the engine and oil cups.
"If we only had our canoe," wailed Jack.
"That was different from any boat I have seen here. It was built
on racing lines. Funny what became of it."
"Funny?" repeated Ed. "Tragic I think!" and he gave his sleeves another upward turn just to be doing something.
"Deplorable," added Walter. "I think I looked just sweet in that canoe. Don't you, Hazel?"
"Well, when I saw you—you did," she admitted, "but three boys in a canoe are not quite as attractive—"
"As one girl and one boy," he put in. "Well, that is my own opinion, but Jack and Ed are so inartistic. I never can get them to see things my way."
"We will race in the Peter Pan," Ed announced. "Of course she cannot be beaten. But it is not half as much fun to depend upon an engine as to rely upon muscle. The canoe for me."