The Motor Girls on Cedar Lake

Motor Girls on Cedar Lake

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THE MOTOR GIRLS ON CEDAR LAKE
Or
The Hermit of Fern Island

CHAPTER I
PUSHING OFF
"Oh, Cora! Isn't this perfectly splendid!" exclaimed Bess Robinson.
"Delightful!" chimed in her twin sister, Belle.
"I'm glad you like it," said Cora Kimball, the camp hostess. "I felt that
you would, but one can never be sure--especially of Belle. Jack said she
would fall a prey to that clump of white birches over there, and would
want to paint pictures on the bark. But I fancied she would take more
surely to the pines; they are so strong--and, like the big boys--always to
be depended on. But not a word about camp now. Something more
important is on. My new motor boat has just arrived!"
"Has it really?" This as a duet.
"And truly," finished Cora with a smile. "Yes, it has, and there is not a
boy on the premises to show me how to run it. Jack expected to be here,
but he isn't. So now I'm going to try it alone. I never could wait until
evening to start my new boat. And isn't it lovely that you have arrived
in time to take the initial run? I remember you both took the first spin

with me in my auto, the Whirlwind, and now here you are all ready for
the trial performance of the motor boat. Now Belle, don't refuse. There
is absolutely no danger."
"But the water," objected the timid Belle.
"We can all swim," put in her sister, "and you promised, Belle, not to
be nervous this trip. Yes, Cora, I'm all ready. I saw the craft as we came
up. Wasn't it the boat with the new light oak deck and mahogany
gunwale? I am sure it was,"
"Yes, isn't she a beauty? I should have been satisfied with any sort of a
good boat, but mother wanted something really reliable, and she and
Jack did it all before I had a chance to interfere."
"I wonder what your mother will next bestow upon you?" asked Belle
with a laugh. "She has such absolute confidence in you."
"Let us hope it will not be a man; we can't let Cora get married,
whatever else she may do," put in Bess, as she shook the dust from her
motor coat, and prepared to follow Cora, who was already leaving the
camp. Belle, too, started, but one could see that she, though a motor girl,
did not exactly fancy experimenting on the water. It was but a short
distance to the lake's edge, for the camp had been chosen especially on
account of the water advantage.
"There she is! See how she stands out in the clear sunshiny water! I tell
you it is the very prettiest boat on Cedar Lake, and that is saying
something," exclaimed Cora, the proud possessor of the new motor
craft.
"Beautiful," reiterated the Robinson twins.
"But what do you know about running it?" queried Belle.
"Why, I have been studying marine motors in general, and have been
shown about this one in particular," replied Cora. "The man who ran it
up from the freight depot for me gave me a few 'pointers,' as he called

them."
She stepped into the trim craft and affectionately patted the shining
engine.
"'It is much simpler to run than a car, and besides, there isn't so much to
get in