"
"We won't when we get in the _Gem_," said Betty. "I wonder when they
will bring her up and launch her?"
"Let's go to the depot and find out," suggested Amy. "We can have a
carriage and team with a driver any time we want it, Uncle Stonington
said."
At the freight office the boat was promised to them for the following
day, but it was two before this promise was kept.
"You mustn't fret," said Mr. Stonington, when Betty grew rather
impatient. "Remember you are down South. Few persons hurry here."
But finally the _Gem_ arrived, and after some hard work she was
launched. Proudly she rode the river, as proudly as at Deepdale, and
Betty, with a little cry of joy, took her place at the wheel.
Batteries and magneto were in place, some gasoline was provided, and a
little later the motor boat was ready for her first trip in Southern
waters.
"All aboard!" cried Betty, as the engine was started.
Slowly, but with gathering speed, the trim craft shot out into the
middle of the Mayfair.
"Oh, this is just perfect!" breathed Mollie. There was a little cloud on
the face of Grace. They all knew what it was, and sympathized with her.
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