“Do you want it?” asked Cora pointedly, for Lottie had been rather taken up with Jack, of late.
“Oh, I don’t know,” answered the girl. “Of course the boys are nice, and——”
“‘Handsome is as handsome does,’” quoted Belle. “But that doesn’t happen to be the boys.”
“How do you know?” asked Bess.
“I just had a glimpse of them through the bushes. It’s a strange motor boat—neither the Dixie nor the Lassie.”
“Who is in her?” asked Cora.
“I can’t make out. Listen!”
She raised her hand for silence, but there was no need. The girls ceased chatting at once, and silently followed Cora toward a hedge of underbrush, some little distance from where their luncheon was spread.
Then they heard some odd talk—at least it seemed odd until they understood the meaning of it.
“So you had a race with them?” one voice asked.