"Speak for yourself, please," said the "Little Captain," a flush
mounting to her already rosy cheeks. "Though of course if Will is coming
home he won't want to go back again," she concluded.
"Hardly, I fancy," agreed Grace. "That's the last chocolate. I must get
some more for to-night. Who's going downtown?"
They all were, it developed, and on the way Betty stopped at the
railroad freight office and arranged to have a man sent to the boathouse
to crate the _Gem_. Then it could be taken to the railroad on a truck.
"And what will we do with it when we get to Bentonville?" asked Amy. "It
does look so big out of the water," for, after the visit to the freight
office they had gone to where the _Gem_ was stored in winter quarters.
"Oh, we can manage it there," said Betty.
"There must be plenty of men and trucks down there."
"Uncle Stonington says there are other motor boats on the river, so
there must be ways of getting them on and off," put in Amy.
Grace got her chocolates, and also insisted on buying hot drinks for her
chums.
"For I simply can't seem to get warm," she declared, as she sipped hers.
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