"There must be plenty of men and trucks down there."
"Uncle Stonington says there are other motor boats on the river, so there must be ways of getting them on and off," put in Amy.
Grace got her chocolates, and also insisted on buying hot drinks for her chums.
"For I simply can't seem to get warm," she declared, as she sipped hers.
"And with all those furs," remarked Betty. "I guess you'll have to live in the South in Winter, Grace."
"I wish I could."
As the girls walked with Grace toward her house, the Ford home being the first on their way, they saw a messenger boy with his little black-covered book and a bunch of telegrams just turning into the gate.
"There's a message!" exclaimed Grace, breaking into a run. "I want to take it from him before he rings the bell. Mamma is so nervous at the sight of a telegram. She always thinks the worst thing has happened. I suppose this is from Will, saying he is on his way home. Poor boy! he has had a lesson."
"I feel sorry for him, too," said Betty.
"I'll take the message," spoke Grace to the boy, as she signed the extended book. "Prepaid?
