The Gem started off, being in the midst of many craft, all more or
less decorated, that were to take part in the affair.
CHAPTER XV
THE RACE
Like the scene from some simulated fairyland, or a stage picture, was
the water pageant on Rainbow Lake. In double lines the motor boats
moved slowly along from the starting point toward the float where the
judges were stationed to decide which craft was entitled to the prize
in its own class.
"Oh, I'm so glad we entered!" cried Betty, as she stood at the wheel.
Because of the cloth side of the "gondola" it appeared that she was
merely reclining at her ease, as did the Venetian ladies of old, for a
seat with cushions had been arranged near the steering wheel.
"Oh, see that boat-- just like an airship!" exclaimed Mollie, as they
saw just ahead of them a craft so decorated.
"And here's one that looks just like a floating island, with trees and
bushes," added Amy. "That ought to take a prize."
"We ought to take one ourselves!" exclaimed Mollie. "We worked hard
enough. My hands are a mass of blisters."
"And my back aches!" declared Grace.
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