"After she was finished I had him ship her here, and then I got her into the water. I will say, that, for her size, she is a sweet little craft. And I hope you'll like her, Bet."
"Like her! Who could help it? Uncle you're a"
"No more kissing, Bet. I'm too old for that."
"The idea! Oh, girls, aren't the bunks too cute for anything!" and Betty sat down on one.
"And the dining room—may I call it that?" Grace timidly asked of the captain.
"Well, saloon is a better word, but let it go," he murmured. "Now, what do you say to a little run down the river? It will give you an idea of how to handle her."
"Oh, how lovely!" cried Betty. Let's go, girls."
"That man is from the firm that built the craft," went on the former sailor. "He'll show you all the wrinkles," and he motioned to a man standing near.
Lines were cast off, the motor started, the clutch thrown in and then, with Captain Betty at the wheel, her uncle standing near to instruct her, the Gem started down the stream, attracting not a little attention.
"This is a sea wheel," explained the captain. "That is, you turn it the opposite way to what
