ew, "you've got Gee Gee on your side.
You have spoiled the chance of Central High winning that cup. I wish you
went to another school, Hessie. You're never loyal to this one!"

Although the girls of Central High were giving so much thought to the
coming boat races, other athletics were not neglected at this time, nor
were their text books. Indeed, a very wise precaution of the Girls'
Branch Athletic League was that which provided that no girl could take
part in after-hour athletics, or compete for trophies and pins, who did
not stand well in both classes and deportment.

That rule was the one that hit the Lockwood twins so hard at this time.
And Miss Carrington's harsh interpretation of it caused them much
sorrow. The regular school gymnastics, and the like, were all the
activities they might indulge in at present, under the league rules.

Of course they owned their own canoe and spent much time improving their
stroke in a borrowed rowboat. But they were debarred from even the walks
conducted by Mrs. Case. There was one scheduled for the following
Saturday afternoon, and it promised to be most interesting. Some of the
girls were taking botany as a side study, and Mrs. Case was an
enthusiastic botanist herself. Therefore a "botanic junket," as Bobby
Hargrew called it, was promised for this present occasion.

The teacher did not often lead her pupils through the city, if that
could be helped; usually the girls rode to the end of some electric car
line and there began their jaunt.

But this time they gathered at the boat landing where the _Lady of the
Lake_ transported visitors to Cavern Island. There were nearly thirty of
the girls present, including Bobby Hargrew.

Nellie Agnew was eating an apple, but she had only had a few to
distribute to her friends who had arrived first, and Bobby missed her
share.

"Gimme the core!" exclaimed Bobby, grinning in her impish way.

"Ain't going to be no core!" quoted Nellie, laughing, as she offered
that succulent morsel to a truck horse standing by the curb.

"Hah!" exclaimed Bobby, "you're just as generous as Tommy Long."

"What has he done now?" demanded Nellie. "He certainly is a little
scamp. Just as full of mischief as poor Billy."

"Why, Tommy wasn't as generous with some fruit or other that he had, and
Alice took him to task for it. She gave him a lecture on generosity.
'I'm goin' to be awful gen'rous with you, Kit,' he told his little
sister, Katie, afterward. 'I i