She did
not want the young men to think that she resented anything. Besides,
if what Grace thought about them was so, they would want a chance to
inquire about the young men more closely, perhaps, than the young men
themselves would care to be looked after. For Betty recalled what
Grace had said-- that her father had a faint idea that perhaps the
motorists might have acted as they did purposely, to get possession of
the papers.
"Then you'll enter?" asked Mr. Kennedy.
"We can't be sure," spoke Betty, who seemed to be doing all the
talking. "Our plans are uncertain, we have no very definite ones,
though. We intended merely to cruise about, and perhaps camp on one of
the islands for a few days. But if we find we can, we will at least
take part in the water pageant-- that is, in the parade with the other
boats."
"And we'd like you to be in the races," suggested Mr. Kennedy. "Your
boat has very fine lines. What horse power have you?"
"It is rated twenty," answered Betty, promptly, proud that she had the
knowledge at her tongue's end, "but it develops nearer twenty-five."
"Then you'd go in Class B.
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