"Oh, this is glorious!" cried Mollie, as she stood beside Betty, the wind fanning her cheeks and blowing her hair in a halo about her face.
"Perfect!" echoed Amy. "And even Grace has forgotten to eat a chocolate for ten minutes."
"Oh, let me alone—I just want to enjoy this!" exclaimed the candy-loving maiden.
They had been going along for some time, taking turns steering, saluting other craft by their whistle, and being saluted in turn.
"Let's go sit down on the stern lockers," proposed Grace after a while, the lockers being convertible into bunks on occasion. As the girls went aft, there came from the forward cabin a series of groans.
"What's that?" cried Mollie.
"Some one is in there!" added Grace, clinging to Amy.
Again a groan, and some suppressed laughter.
"There are stowaways aboard!" cried Betty, "Girls, we must put ashore at once and get an officer!" and she shifted the wheel.
