"Well, if we're going to mote—let's mote!" exclaimed Mollie, perhaps with a desire to change the subject. "I'm going to take you for a nice long spin."
"Aren't you nervous to think of being at the wheel without some one beside to help you in case of emergency?" asked Betty.
"Were you, in the Gem?" retorted Mollie.
"A little, but then, you know, a motor boat doesn't go as fast as a car—somehow you seem to have a better chance in case of collisions, or accidents."
"There aren't going to be any collisions or accidents," declared Mollie, with conviction. "I'm going to be careful until I get a little more accustomed to it, and then"
"You'll scorch, like all the others, I suppose," put in Amy.
"Never! Now, who's going to ride with me on the front seat?"
For a moment no one answered—Betty, Grace and Amy looked at one another, and then they burst into laughter.
"Well, do you want to draw lots for it?' inquired Mollie, with a trace of sarcasm. "I thought you'd feel honored."
"I will!" exclaimed Betty. "But you will be careful; won't you, Mollie dear?"
