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."
"Don't you dare mention his name!" cried Betty. "I detest him."
"Let us have peace!" quoted Mollie. "Then it's all settled—we'll cruise and camp and"
