"Oh!" cried Grace, "you have in some fresh chocolates! I must have some."
"You'll find my chocolates sweet and good,
To eat on lake or in the wood!"
Mr. Lagg's attention being diverted to a new subject, he did not press his question. Thus the girls escaped committing themselves.
"I think we are going to have a storm," remarked Betty, when they were under way again, cruising down the lake toward Triangle Island, where they expected to call on some friends. "And as Rainbow gets rough very quickly, I think we shall turn back."
"Yes, do," urged Amy. "I detest getting wet."
"The cabin is dry," urged Grace.
"We had better go back," urged Aunt Kate, and the prow of the Gem was swung around. Other boats, too small or not staunch enough to weather the blow that was evidently preparing, had turned about for a run to shore. There passed Betty's craft the two boys whose canoe had been taken.
"Any luck?" asked Betty, interestedly.
"No, we haven't found a trace of it yet," the older one replied.
