“Oh, Jack, you’re such an old mule!” Sally tossed her head impatiently on the pillow. Then she grinned. “If my Cat is in the race, you’ll sail?”
“Sure,” he agreed, suspecting no trick.
Sally laughed gleefully. “Then it’s settled! Penny will represent me in the race!”
“I’ll do what?” demanded Penny.
“You’ll skipper the boat in my stead!”
“But I lack experience.”
“You’ll win the trophy easily,” chuckled Sally. “Why, the Cat’s Paw is by far the fastest boat on the river.”
“Says who?” demanded Jack, but without his old fire.
“But I couldn’t race alone,” said Penny, decidedly worried. “Sally, would you be able to ride along as adviser and captain bold?”
“I certainly would jump at the chance if the doctor would give permission. Oh, Penny, if only he would!”