tying their boat to the club dock they went into the pretty little ballroom with Aunt Kate.
"Congratulations!" exclaimed Mr. Kennedy, stepping up to Betty as she entered with her chums.
"For what?"
"Your boat won first prize for those of most original design. It is a beautiful silver cup."
"Oh, I'm so glad! Girls, do you hear? We won first prize in our class!"
"Fine!" cried Mollie.
"Oh, isn't it nice?" said Amy.
"Did we really?" asked Grace, somewhat incredulously.
"You really did. I just heard the decision of the judges. Harry and I are out of it, though. We tried in the 'wreck' class, but the Rabbit, which was rigged out like the Flying Dutchman, beat us."
"That's too bad," said Mollie, sympathetically.
"Never mind, we've had our fun," said Mr. Stone, coming up at this point. "You girls certainly deserved the prize, if anyone did. And now I hope your dance cards aren't filled."
They were not—but they soon were, and the evening passed most delightfully.
"Who said breakfast?" yawned Grace the
