He'll want me close by to tell him just what
to do."
"If you speak to mo while I'm steering the boat in that race,"
spoke up Fred, "I'm afraid you'll find yourself where you and
Mildred were yesterday when the Black Growler came along."
The fearless girl laughed derisively, but as the impromptu
contest now was ended, conversation turned to other topics.
The speed under which the Black Growler was moving was somewhat
diminished, but the motor-boat still was sweeping swiftly on its
course.
"I hope we'll get there in time for luncheon," exclaimed Miss
Susie at last breaking in upon the silence that had followed her
conversation with Fred's grandfather.
"That's another thing," said Mr. Button, "that I don't approve."
"What's that?" inquired Miss Susie. "Luncheon? Doesn't it make
you hungry to ride on the river?"
"When I was young," said Mr. Button, "the girls didn't gorge
themselves, and many a time I have seen my sisters even at a
formal dinner eat only enough to enable them to follow the
courses."
"Yes, and afterwards," said Miss Susie, who was unterrified by
the gloomy remarks of the old gentleman, "they used to go behind
the pantry doors and eat pickles and lots of other indigestible
things. I don't wonder that they had such frightful color."
"But they didn't have such 'frightful color,' as you are pleased
to call it," said Mr.
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