"Well, I'm glad it's over," sighed Grace. "It was nervous work. I'm going to make some chocolate, and have it iced. It was warm up there by the motor."
"And you both need baths," remarked Mollie with a laugh. You are as grimy as chimney sweeps."
"Yes, but we don't mind," said Amy. "You won, Betty! I'm so glad!"
"We won, you mean," corrected the Little Captain. "I couldn't have done it except for you girls."
Many craft saluted the Gem as she came off the course.
"I wish Uncle Amos could have seen us!" exclaimed Betty. "He would have been proud."
The girls remained as spectators for the remainder of the carnival, and then, the day being warm, they went to their dock. Near it was a sandy bathing beach, and soon they were swimming about in the limpid waters of Rainbow Lake.
"Here goes for a dive!" cried Mollie, as she climbed out on the end of the pier, and mounted a mooring post. She poised herself gracefully.
"Better not—you don't know how deep it is," cautioned Betty.
"I'm only going to take a shallow dive," was
