The Motor Girls on Cedar Lake - Or the Hermit of Fern Island by Margaret Penrose
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"I couldn't tell which way to go," put in the frightened girl. "I was simply stage-struck. But what saved us?" "I jerked the wheel just enough to get a little to one side, and then the steamer had a chance to turn away," replied Cora. "I tell you we had a close shave, but that makes our first trip all the more interesting. Bess, can I trust you now to take my place while I look at that wheel? The rope may have slipped?" "Oh, don't do anything," pleaded Belle. "Call to that boat over there, and let us have help. See, they are coming this way." "Why, it's the boys--our boys!" exclaimed Cora. "Why have they gone out without telling me, when they knew I wanted to use my boat?" In a canoe that looked like a big eel as it slipped over the water could be seen Jack, Ed and Walter. "Well!" called Jack. "I like that! Where did you get the--ocean liner, Cora?" "Don't say anything about the accident," she had a chance to whisper to the girls before replying to her brother. "I found my boat tied up at the dock," she answered gaily. "Isn't she a beauty?" "What are you going to call her?" asked Walter. "The Whirlpool, I guess," replied Cora, "that would go nicely with |
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