"You really did. I just heard the decision of the judges. Harry and I
are out of it, though. We tried in the 'wreck' class, but the Rabbit,
which was rigged out like the Flying Dutchman, beat us."

"That's too bad," said Mollie, sympathetically.

"Never mind, we've had our fun," said Mr. Stone, coming up at this
point. "You girls certainly deserved the prize, if anyone did. And now
I hope your dance cards aren't filled."

They were not-- but they soon were, and the evening passed most
delightfully.

"Who said breakfast?" yawned Grace the next morning, as she looked
from her bunk down on Betty.

"I ate so much lobster salad last night I don't want anything but a
glass of water on toast," murmured Mollie. "Oh, but we had a lovely
time!" and she sighed in regret at its departure.

"And those young men were lovely dancers," said Betty.

"And wasn't it nice of Will, Frank, and Allen to come?" spoke Amy, for
Grace's brother, and his two friends, had arrived most unexpectedly at
the Yacht Club ball. Will had come to tell his sister certain things
in regard to the missing papers, and had met a friend who belonged to
the club.

Naturally there was an invitation to the dance, which was quite