Whereupon some one who shall be nameless suggested a motor ride
instead."

"She's got you there, old dear," drawled Grace, taking the inevitable
box of chocolates from her pocket and opening it lovingly. "I remember
the incident pre-zactly as it has been described."

Mollie, who was still standing on the dock, regarding them frowningly,
started to reply but Betty interrupted her with a shout. She had
started the engine and the boat began to move slowly away from the
dock.

"Better hurry up," suggested the Little Captain wickedly. "We'd rather
not leave you behind, but if you insist.

However, Mollie had not the slightest intention in the world of being
left behind. With a gasp of mingled surprise and dismay she made a
jump for it, cleared the foot of space between the dock and the boat
and landed square in the middle of Grace's astonished and outraged
lap. She would have sat on the candy box, too, and would, in all
probability, have ruined it and her dress as well, had not Grace, with
rare presence of mind, whipped the box out of danger just in the nick
of time.

"Well," said Mollie, too surprised and indignant to move for a moment,
while, at the comical picture she made, both Betty and Amy laughed
merrily, "I surely like this!"

"You do, do you? Well, I don't!" cried Grace, recovering both her
breath and her dignity at the same moment. "If you don't stop sitting