"It is as sultry as though there were going to be a storm," remarked
Betty, looking up at the sky, which was taking on the tints of
evening. "I am glad we're not going to be out on the lake to-night."

"Aren't we ever going to do any night cruising?" asked Mollie, who was
a bit venturesome at times.

"Oh, of course. Why, the main water pageant takes place at night, one
of those young men said, and we'll be in that. Only I'm just as glad
we're tied up to-night," spoke Betty.

Near where they had docked was a little colony of summer cottages, and
not far off was an amusement resort, including a moving picture show.

"Let's go, girls!" proposed Grace after supper, "We don't want to sit
around all evening doing nothing. The boat will be safe; won't it,
Betty?"

"Don't say 'it'-- my boat is a lady-- speak of her as such," laughed
the Little Captain. "Yes, I think she will be safe. But I will see if
there is a dock watchman, and if there is I'll engage him."

There proved to be one, who, for a small fee, would see that no
unauthorized persons entered the Gem. Then the girls, attiring
themselves in their "shore togs," as Betty expressed it, went to see
the moving pictures.

"What will we do to-morrow?" asked Grace, as they came out, having had
two hours of enjoyment.