"All right," Grace agreed, looking intently at the two young men. They
seemed nice enough, and were smiling in a pleasant, frank manner at
the outdoor girls and Aunt Kate. The two boats were now slowly
drifting side by side on Rainbow Lake, the motors of both stilled.

"I beg your pardon," said the darker complexioned of the two men, "my
name is Stone, and this is my friend, Mr. Kennedy. We are on the
regatta committee and we'd like to get as many entries for the water
pageant as we can. Is your boat entered yet?"

He gazed from one girl to another, as though to ascertain who was in
command of the newly arrived craft, which seemed to have attracted
considerable attention, for a number of other boats were centering
about her.

"We have just arrived," spoke Betty in her capacity as captain. "We
are cruising about, and we haven't heard of any regatta or pageant,
except a rumor that one was to be held some time this summer."

"Well, it's only been in process of arrangement for about a week,"
explained Mr. Stone. "It will be the first of its kind to be held on
the lake, and we want it to be a success. Nearly all of the campers
and summer cottagers, who have motor boats, have agreed to enter the
parade, and also in the races. We'd like to enter you in both. We have
different classes, handicapped according to speed, and your craft
looks as though it could go some."

"It can," Betty admitted, while Grace was intently studying the faces
of the two young men. The more she looked at them, the more convinced
she was that they were the ones who had been in the auto.