To which Grace replied with unexpected ferocity.

"And you may never know, woman, just how near to death you are this
minute. Look at what you have done to my best sport skirt. I don't believe
I will ever be able to get those wrinkles out."

"If you two will stop quarreling just long enough to tell me where you
want to go," Betty requested, "I should be very much obliged. Up or down
the river?"

"Anywhere," answered Grace, still regarding her crumpled sport skirt
gloomily. "We are just trying to kill time this afternoon anyway, so I
don't see that it makes much difference where we go."

"Suppose we take her up to the Point," suggested Mollie, getting up from
the deck and going over to Betty who still had the wheel. "Maybe we can
get some ice-cream and a drink of ice water. I am getting dreadfully
thirsty already."

Betty looked tempted but a little doubtful.

"You know it is pretty dangerous to run in there, Mollie," she protested.
"There are so many other boats driven by Percy Falconer's crazy lot who
don't care whether they capsize you or not--"

"Goodness, Betty, it isn't like you to be afraid," Mollie started, but
stopped at the look in the "Little Captain's" eye.

"I'd rather you didn't ever say that again, Mollie," she said. "I'll take
you in there since you want it, but if anything should happen remember