What more could
any one want, I'd like to know."
"Humph," grunted Mollie, eyeing critically the trim little boat in
which they had had so much fun and adventure, as the other girls
tumbled aboard. "I'd say she didn't look very much like a fairy boat
just now. She needs considerable polishing and scrubbing. Why don't
you girls get busy, anyhow?"
"Just hear who's talking," yawned Grace, disposing herself lazily in a
comfortable chair on deck. "I haven't noticed you waving a broom and
mop frantically around these parts lately, Mollie dear."
"In fact," Betty added with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "I think
I remember suggesting that the Gem needed grooming the other day.
Whereupon some one who shall be nameless suggested a motor ride
instead."
"She's got you there, old dear," drawled Grace, taking the inevitable
box of chocolates from her pocket and opening it lovingly. "I remember
the incident pre-zactly as it has been described."
Mollie, who was still standing on the dock, regarding them frowningly,
started to reply but Betty interrupted her with a shout.
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