that I warned you."

"Goodness, Mollie, I don't see why you ever wanted to go and suggest that
for," said Grace nervously. "We all know there is danger of a collision
over at the Point, and I'm sure I don't want to spoil my clothes, even if
you do."

"Your father said that he would rather we kept to this side of the river,
Betty," urged Amy. "Please don't go over to the Point now."

"There's no use talking to her," snapped Grace. "You ought to know Betty
well enough by this time to know that she would take us over to the Point
now, after what Mollie said, if she knew we would all die of it. Might as
well save your breath."

Mollie said nothing, but down in her heart she was more than a little bit
anxious and was beginning to regret that she had deliberately egged Betty
on.

Percy Falconer, of whom Betty had spoken, had once been a rather dudish,
affected boy and had later developed into an exceedingly fast young man.
He had an immensely rich father and a mother who denied him nothing so
that he had been able to gather together a few kindred spirits among whom
he was the leader. All the regular boys and girls in town thoroughly
disliked "the set," but there were a few girls who were willing to put up
with Percy Falconer and his crowd for sake of the long motor rides,
dances, dinners and motorboat picnics that the boys were able to give
them.

There were always some of this wild crowd over at the "Point," and it was