"Well," said Mollie as they climbed on to the dock, "we surely did
have some excitement, but we didn't get what we started out for after
all."
"What's that?" asked Grace, as she tied the ribbon round her candy box
and adjusted her hat at a more becoming angle.
"Ice-cream and a drink of ice water," said Mollie ruefully. "I've just
remembered that I am dying of thirst."
"Come on around to my house," Betty invited. Her wrist was lame from
gripping the wheel so hard and she felt it gingerly. "Mother said she
would make a big pitcher of lemonade for us and leave it in the
refrigerator."
"Whew," whistled Mollie, taking Betty's arm and hurrying her forward.
"By any chance did you girls hear what I heard? Me for it, Betty
Nelson."
The girls talked little an their way to Betty's house, but they
thought a good deal. They were tired and disgruntled, and it seemed to
them in their pessimistic mood that everything they had tried to do
that day had gone wrong. And the climax of it all was their meeting--
if it could be called a meeting-- with Percy Falconer.
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