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The crew was reported to be composed principally of Scandinavians fair-haired, blue-eyed Swedes, Norwegians afflicted with the temperamental melancholy of their race, stolid Russian Finns, and a slight sprinkling of Americans and English. It was noted that there was nothing mercurial and flyaway about them. They seemed weighty men, oppressed by a sad and stolid bovine-sort of integrity.
Ray had changed places with Belle Robinson, so that Belle was in the Whirlwind and Ray in the Flyaway, and when the procession was moving it attracted the usual public attention. But the motor girls were now accustomed to being stared at; in fact, they would have missed the attention had they been deprived of it, for it was something to have a run with all girls and such attractive girls.
"Hullo, the Flyaway is moving eastward!" "What does that mean, Harris?" cried Dick. "It means that they want to make the most of this wind," responded the skipper of the yacht grimly. "I'm learning a trick or two on 'em, and I'll overreach 'em if they ain't careful." "You can't do it any too quick," answered Dick. "When next we meet there won't be quite so much talking.
Flyaway doesn't understand but very little we say, Dotty Dimple; not but very little." Flyaway turned round with one of her wise looks. She thought she did understand; at any rate she was catching every word, and stowing it away in her little bit of a brain for safe keeping. Heaven was on Mount Blue. She had learned so much.
The long L at the back of the house seemed full of doors. "There, Mousie, here you are!" he exclaimed. "And don't you miss your lesson to-morrow." "To-morrow is Saturday! oh, I had forgotten. And I can go to see Evangelist to-night." "You haven't said 'thank you' for your last ride on Flyaway." "I will when I'm sure that it is," she returned with her eyes laughing.
As the Flyaway moved off, Mumps, who had disappeared for a minute, came into sight once more. In his hand he hold something white, which he threw with all force at the Searchlight's mainsail. "Take that!" he cried. "Take that, and remember me!" By this time the two yachts were so far apart that no more could be said. "What was that you threw on their boat?" demanded Baxter, turning to his toady.
"Horace," said Grace, with a curling lip, "that child is growing up just like you fond of worms, and bugs, and all such disgusting things." Horace smiled. No matter for the scorn in Grace's tone; it pleased him to be compared in any way with his precious little Flyaway. "Topknot has a spark of sense," said he, leading her along to the green-house. "I'll bring her up not to scream at a spider."
Flyaway, who sat in Horace's lap, eating ginger-snaps, exclaimed, "She wants some perjerves, auntie. She don't get no perjerves, nor nuffin nice to her house." "'Sh!" whispered Horace. The woman looked so respectable and well bred, that it seemed a great rudeness to allude to her poverty. But Mrs. Brooks drank some water, and then answered Aunt Madge, calmly, "I'm not ashamed of being poor, Mrs.
Gluck was so perfectly paralyzed by the singular appearance of his visitor that he remained fixed without uttering a word, until the old gentleman, having performed another and a more energetic concerto on the knocker, turned round to look after his flyaway cloak. In so doing he caught sight of Gluck's little yellow head jammed in the window, with its mouth and eyes very wide open indeed.
"By 'spress?" cried Flyaway, pulling away from aunt Madge, who was trying to pin her frock together; "we came by a 'ductor. Why, where's Flipperty's ticket?" Horace seized Prudy with one hand, and Dotty Dimple with the other, turning them round and round. "I don't see anything of the express mark, 'Handle with care. What has become of it?"
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