"You may enter my boat, then," said Betty, graciously.
"Thank you!" exclaimed Mr. Stone. "The Gem goes in, and her captain's name?"
"Miss Nelson."
"Of?" again he paused suggestively, pencil poised.
"Of Deepdale."
"Oh, yes, I have been there. I am sure you will not regret having decided to enter the regatta. Now if you would like to tie up for the night there are several good public docks near here. That one over there," and he pointed, "is used by very few other boats, and perhaps you would like it. Plenty of room, you know."
"Thank you," said Betty. "We shall go over there."
"I will send you a formal entry blank tomorrow," said Mr. Stone, as his companion started the motor, and a moment later they were rushing off in a smother of foam thrown up by the powerful racing craft.
"Well, what do you think of that?" gasped Mollie, when they had gone. "No sooner do we arrive than we are plunged into the midst of—er—the midst of—what is it I want to say?" She laughed and looked about for assistance.
"Better give it up," said Amy. "But what
