"We all know there is danger of a
collision over at the Point, and I'm sure I don't want to spoil my
clothes, even if you do."
"Your father said that he would rather we kept to this side of the
river, Betty," urged Amy. "Please don't go over to the Point now."
"There's no use talking to her," snapped Grace. "You ought to know
Betty well enough by this time to know that she would take us over to
the Point now, after what Mollie said, if she knew we would all die of
it. Might as well save your breath."
Mollie said nothing, but down in her heart she was more than a little
bit anxious and was beginning to regret that she had deliberately
egged Betty on.
Percy Falconer, of whom Betty had spoken, had once been a rather
dudish, affected boy and had later developed into an exceedingly fast
young man. He had an immensely rich father and a mother who denied him
nothing so that he had been able to gather together a few kindred
spirits among whom he was the leader. All the regular boys and girls
in town thoroughly disliked "the set," but there were a few girls who
were willing to put up with Percy Falconer and his crowd for sake of
the long motor rides, dances, dinners and motorboat picnics that the
boys were able to give them.
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