“Only reason is, I haven’t a canoe,” laughed Winona—they were all three sitting in a row in the grass by this time.
“I have,” said Billy, “and you’re more than welcome to it, and to all the help I can give you on it.”
“And I’ve got some change you’re welcome to for decorations,” added Tom.
“Oh, how perfectly lovely!” said Winona, jumping up with her face aglow. “Indeed I will decorate it, and thank you both, ever and ever so much. I have ever so many lovely ideas for decorations. Billy!”
She stopped short.
“Well?” said Billy.
“Would you mind being in the canoe with me?”
“Sure, I’d love to,” said Billy heartily, whether he really meant it or not.
“Oh, thank you so much!” cried Winona again.
“That’s the way to take it!” said Tom. “We’ll get you up a canoe, between us, that’ll make your old Camp Fire float look like a bad quarter and a plugged nickel—see if we don’t!”