“Peggy—how nice!” she cried. “Are you coming with us?”
“I certainly am—if I’m not intruding,” Peggy said, suddenly wondering if she was interrupting a date.
“Oh, heavens, no!” Mary laughed. “I’ve been pestering Michael to take me out in the boat for weeks. This is the first time he’s been free!”
“I’ll just go and tell Dad we’re off,” Michael said. “That’s a rule around here when I take out the boat.”
He was back in a minute and they all got into the trim little craft, Peggy feeling almost carefree as Michael started the motor and they zipped away.
“We call her the Merry Mac,” Michael shouted over the noise of the motor to the two girls. “She’s Dad’s pride and joy—and mine.”
“I can see why,” Peggy laughed, loving the feel of the water underneath as they skimmed along. It had been a beautiful day. The lake was sky-blue and frosted with little points of white whipped up by the wind.
“It’s a little choppy,” Michael called.
“Fun!” Peggy cried as the spray blew over the windshield and splashed her face.