"One
boat and one car is enough. You had better pray for an aeroplane."
"Never!" assented Grace. "The land and water are enough for me."
"And as for Amy," said Betty, "she wants a balloon, perhaps."
Amy shook her head, and a strange look came over her face. Her chums
knew what it meant--that above everything else she would have preferred
having the mystery of her identity solved.
"Well, if we're going to mote--let's mote!" exclaimed Mollie, perhaps
with a desire to change the subject. "I'm going to take you for a nice
long spin."
"Aren't you nervous--to think of being at the wheel without some one
beside to help you in case of emergency?" asked Betty.
"Were you, in the _Gem_?" retorted Mollie.
"A little, but then, you know, a motor boat doesn't go as fast as a
car--somehow you seem to have a better chance in case of collisions, or
accidents."
"There aren't going to be any collisions or accidents," declared Mollie,
with conviction. "I'm going to be careful until I get a little more
accustomed to it, and then----"
"You'll scorch, like all the others, I suppose," put in Amy.
"Never! Now who's going to ride with me on the front seat?"
For a moment no one answered--Betty, Grace and Amy looked at one
another, and then they burst into laughter.
"Well, do you want to draw lots for it?" inquired Mollie, with a trace
of sarcasm.
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