"Listen here," Amy said more seriously. "The boys have come home. I told you they were due. The Marigold is all right now. Her engines and everything are working fine. So, why don't we take this opportunity to see what she is like. Darry has promised us long enough."
"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. "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.