There was not much but a desire for fun in Amy's mind the next morning, however, when she ran across the boulevard to the Norwood place. It was right after breakfast, and she wore her middy blouse and short skirt, with canvas ties on her feet. She trilled for Jessie under the radio-room windows:
"You-oo! You-oo! 'Mary Ann! My Mary Ann! I'll meet you on the corner!' Come-on-out!"
Jessie appeared from the breakfast room, and Momsy, as Jessie always called her mother, looked out, too.
"What have you girls on your minds for this morning?" she asked.
"Our new canoe, Mrs. Norwood. You know, we gave the old one to those Dogtown youngsters, and our new one has never been christened yet."
"Shall I bring a hat?" asked Jessie, hesitatingly.
"What for? To bail out the canoe? Bill says it is perfectly sound and safe," laughed Amy.
"You are getting wee freckles on your nose, Jessie," said Mrs. Norwood.
"Why worry?" demanded Amy. "You can never get as many as Hen wears—and her nose isn't as big as yours."