that, for her size, she is a sweet little craft. And I hope you'll
like her, Bet."

"Like her! Who could help it? Uncle you're a---- "

"No more kissing, Bet. I'm too old for that."

"The idea! Oh, girls, aren't the bunks too cute for anything!" and
Betty sat down on one.

"And the dining room-- may I call it that?" Grace timidly asked of the
captain.

"Well, saloon is a better word, but let it go," he murmured. "Now,
what do you say to a little run down the river? It will give you an
idea of how to handle her."

"Oh, how lovely!" cried Betty. "Let's go, girls."

"That man is from the firm that built the craft," went on the former
sailor. "He'll show you all the wrinkles," and he motioned to a man
standing near.

Lines were cast off, the motor started, the clutch thrown in and then,
with Captain Betty at the wheel, her uncle standing near to instruct
her, the Gem started down the stream, attracting not a little
attention.

"This is a sea wheel," explained the captain. "That is, you turn it
the opposite way to what you want the boat to go. I wouldn't have a