"Amy
thinks that as long as she feeds you boys well there is no need of----"
"Oh, Betty, do stop," begged Amy, her face flushing scarlet. "It isn't
fair."
"I know it," said Betty soothingly, while the boys looked on, curious to
know the meaning of this mystery. "I won't do it again, dear, I
promise."
"I wish you would tell us----" Allen began, but once more Mollie
interrupted.
"We had better get down near the front," she said, "or we'll not be
able to get ashore in half an hour. Did you ever see such a mob?"
"It is considerable of a crowd," Frank admitted. "I think Mollie's
suggestion is a good one, fellows. Let's try to make an opening while we
can."
The boys managed so well that when the little boat scraped against the
wall, their party was almost the first to set foot upon the land.
"That was pretty good work," said Will, with an air of satisfaction as
they made their way to the shore, followed by a stream of laughing
humanity. "I hope the girls didn't mind getting their dresses mussed.
Say, fellows, if any one should ask me, I'd tell them it was one peach
of a day!"
There being no disputing this fact, no one tried.
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