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"The only trouble, Cora," sighed Marita, "is that the sides and top aren't made of rubber." "There's an idea!" cried a plump girl, in the corner nearest the piano. "A rubber suitcase! What a boon it would be for week-ends, when one starts off with a Spartan resolution to take only one extra gown, and ends up with slipping two party dresses and the 'fixings' into one's trunk.
"And have officers ringing our door bell all hours of the night because someone forgot to turn out the dining room light, or the side window was found unlocked," said Cora. "They have very few officers here, I should imagine, and if we really gave them something to do they might insist on doing it." "Tell us more about it," begged Marita, who was naturally fascinated with the "scary" part.
"No, I think you'll find my way best in the end," said Cora, with a smile, as she looked about for a place in which to pack her sweater. "By doing this we won't duplicate on the extras. Now, girls, try once more. Marita, let's begin on your suitcase, for that seems to be the smallest.
"Oh, I see," Marita answered vaguely, although her tone did not indicate comprehension. "Freda and Mrs. Lewis are going out; aren't they?" This question implied "why" also. "Yes," Cora answered again. "They have some business to attend to. I told them not to hurry back for lunch we would attend to it. We really need the exercise." "But I am going canoeing directly after lunch," Lottie objected.
"I I wish I hadn't come," mourned Lottie. "You aren't going to be ill, I hope," said Cora, quickly. "No, but my dress may be all spotted " "Here, take this," offered Marita. "No, indeed, you keep that," said Cora, quickly. "There are more in the lockers. Belle, will you get them out? It is a bit rough out here."
"The boys!" gasped Belle. "Now what about having wasted our time? Come in!" "Nice of you to ask us," groaned Jack. "Say, we are dead and buried, and the will is now being read. Somebody broke into our larder and stole the grub. Have you any to put out at interest?" "Stole your eatables!" exclaimed Marita.
Jack never took his hand off the steering wheel, Denny was watching the engine, and the others were peering down the straight course ahead. "Oh, I'm getting all wet," exclaimed Marita, for the spray was dashing in on all sides. "Get down in the bottom," advised Walter, "we can't slacken up now. Or go in the cabin if you like and close the ports."
Dray ran his boat, the Dixie, alongside, and together the fleet of two comprised what the boys termed a "White House Lunch." The cooking was all done on the Chelton and the eatables were handed over the brass rail to Lottie and Marita, who served as waitresses on the Dixie. First there were lettuce sandwiches, rolled.
"Oh, the girls are all right," Jack assured the old seaman; "but say, Dray," he called, "what's the matter, anyhow?" "Just give me a line and tow me in, then we will hold a post mortem," replied Dray, good humoredly. "I don't fancy taking her apart out here." "Good!" exclaimed Marita, "then we can go for Cora and Lottie."
"Will will it be dangerous?" faltered timid Marita. "Not a bit you dear little goose!" exclaimed Belle, putting her arm about the shrinking one. "We've raced lots of times and won, too!" "Against such appealing strangers?" asked Lottie, raising her eyebrows in a rather affected way. "Oh, it's all in the game!" laughed Bess. Certainly her nerves seemed all right now.
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