"It is rated twenty," answered Betty, promptly, proud that she had the
knowledge at her tongue's end, "but it develops nearer twenty-five."

"Then you'd go in Class B." said Mr. Stone. "I will enter you,
tentatively at least, for that race, and if you find you can't
compete, no harm will be done. There are some very handsome prizes."

"Oh, do enter, Bet!" exclaimed Mollie in a whisper, for she was fond
of sports of all kinds. "It will he such jolly fun!"

Betty looked at her aunt. Racing had not entered into their plans when
they talked them over with the folks at home.

"I think you might; they seem very nice, and we can easily find out if
other girls are to race," said Aunt Kate, in a low voice.

"You may enter my boat, then," said Betty, graciously.

"Thank you!" exclaimed Mr. Stone. "The Gem goes in, and her captain's
name-- ?"

"Miss Nelson."

"Of-- ?" again he paused suggestively, pencil poised.

"Of Deepdale."

"Oh, yes, I have been there. I am sure you will not regret having
decided to enter the regatta. Now if you would like to tie up for the