I wish I could find Prince. I think that's the queerest
thing about him."
"It certainly is. Say, Will, how is poor little Dodo getting on?"
"Oh, as well as you can expect. They're going to operate soon, I
heard. How is Mollie standing it, Grace?"
"Fairly well. Isn't it strange that we should meet the two autoists?"
"Yes. Have you put them wise yet?"
"Wise? What do you mean? Such slang!"
"I mean told 'em who you are?"
"No, and we're not going to for a while yet. We don't want to make
them feel bad."
"All right, suit yourselves. We're coming up and see you when you get
in camp."
"Yes, do. We'll write when we're settled."
Preparations for the race were going on, and the Gem, as were the
other boats, was being groomed for the contest. She had been converted
into her own self again, and Betty had engaged a man to look over the
motor, and make a few adjustments of which she was not quite capable.
Uncle Amos came to Rainbow Lake to see the girls and the boat. He was
not much impressed with the sheet of water, large as it was, but he
did take considerable interest in the coming race, and insisted on
personally doing a lot of work to the boat to get her "ship-shape.
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