"We all swim, and we have our bathing suits," said Mollie, indefinitely.
"Mollie dives beautifully!" exclaimed Amy.
"I do not—that is, I'm not an expert at it," Mollie hastened to say. "But I love diving."
"Then why not enter?" asked Mr. Kennedy. "I am chairman of that committee. I'll put the names of you girls down, if you don't mind. It doesn't commit you to anything."
The girls had no formal objections.
"You are real out-door girls, I can see that!" complimented Mr. Stone. "You must like life in the woods and on the lake."
"Indeed they do," spoke Aunt Kate. "They walked—I think it was two hundred miles, just before coming on this cruise; didn't you, Betty?"
"Yes, but we took it by easy stages," evaded the Little Captain.
"That was fine!" exclaimed Mr. Kennedy. "Well, Harry, if we're going to eat we'd better take our salt and go."
"Won't you have some of our sandwiches?" asked Mollie, impulsive as usual. "We have more than we can eat," for they had brought along a most substantial lunch. Mollie looked at Betty and Aunt Kate. They registered no objections.
"You are very good," protested Mr. Kennedy,
