Why not?"
"You are hopeless," laughed Frank.
"Look at that shooting star," said Betty, pointing with her paddle. "Oh,
that was a beauty!"
"Did you wish on it?" asked Grace eagerly.
"I didn't know I had to. Goodness, did I throw away an opportunity?"
Betty's tone was dismayed.
"Why, of course," said Grace, with an air of superiority. "It's bad luck
if you don't."
"All right, I won't let the next one escape," Betty promised.
And so they went on and on, enjoying the shadowy stillness of the
night, and later revelling in the silver radiance of the moonlight.
It was not until they started on their journey side by side with the
other canoe that Allen broached a subject that had been almost entirely
forgotten in the excitement of the last few days.
"Say, when are you and Frank going to practice for the big race, Betty?"
he asked. "I am mighty anxious to see it."
"To-morrow morning, I guess," said Betty, then added suddenly: "I don't
see why Frank and I should furnish all the fun. Why don't you all join
in? It would be ever so much more exciting."
"That's a good idea," said Allen.
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