"Oh, they'll never get here," she was saying over and over again. "Can't
the old ferryboat get up any steam at all?"
"Perhaps we might help tow it in?" Betty suggested, striving to break
the tension. "I think we could paddle lots faster in the canoes."
"Goodness, I would almost like to try it!" Mollie exclaimed. "I think
they might get something modern on the lake--something real
modern--around the eighteenth century."
"Oh, isn't she sarcastic," said Amy, putting an arm about her friend and
patting her hand gently. "Never mind, Mollie, all things come in time."
Of course she was right, even Mollie had to admit it.
At the end of one of the longest half hours the girls had ever spent,
the rickety little ferryboat scraped against the dock, and they ran down
to meet the boys. The latter almost fell out of the boat, careless of
what any one might think. At the first sight of them the girls were
convinced their news was of the best.
"Oh, oh, hurry!" cried Mollie. "I thought you would never get here. Oh,
you have something wonderful to tell us--I know it!"
"You bet we have!" cried Allen.
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