Belton had proved to be good workers, and
more were sent for, the girls taking Mr. Hammond up to the clearing in
the motor boat to arrange about them. Grace hoped to have some news of
her brother, but the contractor said he had not been able to get any
clues.
It was about a week after this, on a fine sunny day, not as warm as some
of its predecessors, that Betty proposed a trip in her motor boat.
"Let's go quite a distance up the river," she suggested. "There are new
sights to see, Mr. Hammond says, and no bars to run upon after we pass
the landing where Mr. Belton docks. We may find some new streams or
lakes to explore, for we've been all over Lake Chad." This was so, the
girls soon having exhausted the possibilities of that body of water.
"I'm willing," agreed Mollie.
"And we can take our lunch, and stay all day," added Grace. "Oh dear! I
wish someone would invent non-melting chocolate!" she complained, for
her fingers were stained with the half-liquid confection.
"Some non-eating ones would be better," said Mollie, with a laugh. "Just
the kind you look at, you know."
"I don't think that's funny," spoke Grace, slightly elevating her pretty
nose.
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