"Have you joined the yacht club yet?" she inquired.
"What's that?" demanded George.
"Why the St. Lawrence Yacht Club. I am sure Fred's grandfather
must belong and probably that will be enough of an introduction.
We have some fine times there. Tennis all day, dances in the
evenings and I don't know what all. You must be sure to come over
there."
"You may be sure we'll come," spoke up George promptly. "Now I
want to know," he added, "what our reward is to be for our heroic
rescue of two forlorn maidens who were sinking in the cold waters
of the St. Lawrence River."
"I think virtue will have to be its own reward in this case,"
laughed Mildred. "You ought to be satisfied with the honor you
have won."
Fortunately the island which Mr. Stevens had rented was not far
distant and not many minutes had elapsed before it was plainly
seen by them all.
Before a landing was made, however, Miss Susie Stevens had
suggested numerous plans for picnics, cruises among the islands,
meetings for tennis at the yacht club and various other methods
by which the days were to be passed.
As soon as their passengers departed, the Black Growler was
headed swiftly for Chestnut Island, the name by which the place
owned by Fred's grandfather was commonly called.
Upon their arrival they were informed that already Mr. Button had
telephoned for Sam Hodge and that he had received word that the
man would arrive the following morning.
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