“Children! Children!” interposed Penny as she neatly folded a sail and slipped it into a snowy white cover. “Must you always claw at each other?”
“Why, we aren’t fighting,” Sally denied with a grin.
“Heck, no!” Jack agreed. He started away, then turned and came back. “By the way, Sally. How about the trophy?”
Sally did not understand what he meant.
“I won the race, so doesn’t the brass lantern belong to me?” Jack pursued the subject.
“Well, it will if you win the final next week.”
“That’s in the bag.”
“Like fun it is!” Sally said indignantly. “Jack, I hate to crush those delicate feelings of yours, but you’re due for the worst defeat of your life!”
The argument might have started anew, but Jack reverted to the matter of the lantern trophy.
“I’m the winner now, and it should be turned over to me,” he insisted.