sail
boat, have you? I'll have to show you how everything is done, and then
well have some bully fine times together. You'll love it, I know."

"She won't if she's inclined to be seasick," said Margery. "The trouble
with Dolly is that she can never have enough of a good thing. The higher
the wind, the happier Dolly is. She'll keep on until the boat heels away
over, and until you think you're going over the next minute--and she
calls that having a good time!"

"Well, I never heard you begging me to quit, Margery Burton!" said
Dolly. "You're an old fraud--that's what you are! You pretend you are
terribly frightened, and all the time you're enjoying it just as much as
I am. I wish there was some way we could have a race. That's where the
real fun comes in with a sail boat."

"You could get all the racing you want over at Bay City, Dolly. The
yacht club there has races every week, I think."

"But Miss Eleanor would never let me sail in one of those races,
Margery. I guess she's right, too. I may be pretty good for a girl, but
I'm afraid I wouldn't have a chance with those men."

Margery pretended to faint.

"Listen to that, will you?" she exclaimed. "Here's Dolly actually saying
that someone might be able to do something better than she could! I'll
believe in almost anything after that!"

"Well, you can laugh all you like," said Dolly, with spirit. "But if we
should have a race, I'll be captain, and I know some people who won't
get a chance to be even on the crew. They'll feel pretty sorry they were
so fresh, I guess, when they have to stay ashore cooking dinner while I
and my crew are out in the sloop!"

Then from the beach came the primitive call to breakfast--made by the
simple process of pounding very hard on the bottom of a frying pan with
a big tin spoon. That ended the talk about Dolly's qualifications as a
yacht captain, and there was a wild rush to the beach, and to the tents,
since those who had been in for an early swim could not sit down to
breakfast in their wet bathing suits. But no one took any great length
of time to dress, since here the utmost simplicity ruled in clothes.

"Well, what's the programme for to-day, girls?" asked Eleanor, after the
meal was over.

"Each for herself!" cried half a dozen voices. And a broken chorus rose
in agreement.

"I want to fish!" cried one.

"A long walk for me!" cried another.

"I'd like to make up a party to go over to Bay City and buy things. We
haven't