"We'll take a little walk ashore after we have everything ready,"
suggested Betty. The stroll along the river bank in the cool of the
evening, while the colors of the glorious sunset were still in the
sky, was most enjoyable.
"Gracious! A mosquito bit me!" exclaimed Grace, as she rubbed the back
of her slim, white hand.
"That isn't a capital crime," laughed Mollie.
"No, but if there are mosquitoes here they will make life miserable
for us to-night," Grace went on.
"I have citronella, and there are mosquito nettings over the bunks,"
said Betty. "Don't worry."
They went back to the boat, and the lanterns were lighted.
"Oh, doesn't it look too nice to sleep in!" exclaimed Amy, as they
gazed into the little cabin, with its tastefully arranged berths.
"I'm tired enough to sleep on almost any thing," yawned Mollie. "Let's
see who'll be the first to---- "
"Not snore, I hope!" exclaimed Betty.
"Don't suggest such a thing," came from Amy. "We are none of us
addicted to the luxury."
But, after all, tired as they were, no one felt like going to sleep,
once they were prepared for it.
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