"Don't camp on Triangle," suggested Grace. "There are too many people
there, and we can't be free. There'd always be a lot of curious ones
about, looking at our boat, and our things, and all that."

"Very well, we can pick out some other island," agreed Betty. "You
know there is to be a regatta, and water sports, on Rainbow Lake just
about the time we get there, and we can take part, if we like."

"Do! And if we can get in a race we will!" cried Mollie, with
sparkling eyes.

"Uncle Amos has promised to be with us some of the time," went on
Betty. "And I suppose we will have to invite the boys occasionally,
just for the day, you know."

"Oh, don't make too much of an effort," exclaimed Mollie. "Allen
Washburn said he might be going abroad this summer, anyhow."

"Who said anything about him?" demanded Betty, with a blush.

"No one; but I can read-- thoughts!" answered Mollie, helping herself
to another candy.

"I meant Will and Frank," went on Betty. "They would like to come."

"I'm sure of it," murmured Grace-- literally murmured-- for she had a
marshmallow chocolate between her white teeth.

"How about Percy Falconer?" asked Amy, mischievously. "I am sure he
would wear a perfectly stunning-- to use his own word-- sailor suit."