'
"That's all there is to it," concluded Betty, "and I've been puzzling
my brains as to just what the surprise may be."
"He's going to take you on a voyage," said Amy.
"He's bought you some toy ship," was the opinion of Mollie.
"Oh, if he'd only bring a real boat that we could make real a trip
in!" sighed Grace. "That would be-- lovely!"
"Betty Nelson! Write to your uncle right away!" commanded Mollie, "and
find out exactly what he means."
"I can't," sighed Betty. "He's traveling, and one never knows where he
is. We'll just have to wait. Besides, he is so peculiar that he'd just
as likely as not only puzzle me the more. We'll just have to wait;
that's all."
"Well, if it should be some sort of a boat, even a big rowboat, we
could have some fun," asserted Grace.
"Yes, for mine isn't much account," remarked Mollie, who owned a small
skiff on the river.
"I was so excited and amused when I got uncle's letter," said Betty,
"that I didn't know what to do. Mamma puzzled over it, but she
couldn't make any more out of it than I could. So I decided to come
over here."
"I'm glad you did," spoke Grace, holding up her long habit in one hand
and delicately eating a chocolate from the other "There comes James
with Prince.
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