"Don't do what?" asked Mollie wonderingly.
"Put your hand in the water. There may be alligators, you know. I
think--I'm not sure--but I think I saw something like the head of one a
moment ago."
Mollie pulled in her hand so suddenly that she flirted a little shower
of drops on all in the boat.
"Stop it! You mean thing!" cried Grace.
"Oh, I beg your pardon," spoke Mollie with elaborate politeness. "I
didn't think your sailor suit would spot--mine doesn't."
"It isn't that--no indeed. I meant Amy--for bringing up such a topic as
alligators at this moment, when we can't move. And the ugly creatures
always come out on a sand bar to sun themselves; don't they?"
"Not on this sand bar," asserted Betty. "It's under water. If it had
been out I should have seen it."
"I'm sure I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Grace," said Amy
humbly, "but really I did not think it was safe for Mollie to put her
hand in the water."
"Of course it wasn't, you dear!" soothed Mollie, patting Amy softly on
the shoulder. "I wasn't thinking of what I was doing."
"And I didn't mean anything, either," added Grace, thinking that perhaps
she and Mollie had not treated Amy with just the deference due a
hostess, for Amy did figure in that role.
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