Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net [Illustration: “I AM SORRY YOU INTERFERED WITH US,” SAID THE MAN. “YOU’LL FIND BEFORE LONG THAT YOU HAVE DONE WRONG.” _Page 57_.] The Blue Grass Seminary Girls On the Water OR Exciting Adventures on a Summer Cruise Through the Panama Canal By Carolyn Judson Burnett AUTHOR OF “The Blue Grass Seminary Girls’ Vacation Adventures,” “The Blue Grass Seminary Girls in the Mountains,” “The Blue Grass Seminary Girls’ Christmas Holidays.” A. L. BURT COMPANY PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK Copyright, 1916 By A. L. Burt Company THE BLUE GRASS SEMINARY GIRLS ON THE WATER THE BLUE GRASS SEMINARY GIRLS ON THE WATER. CHAPTER I.—PLANNING A TRIP. “Dad, we want to take a trip.” The speaker was Shirley Willing, a typical Kentucky girl, slender of figure, vivacious of manner, and extremely pretty. With her father, she stood on the big, sunny front porch of the Willing farmhouse. As she again was about to address her father, a second young girl, who, it could be seen at a glance, was of about Shirley’s years, joined them. This was Mabel Ashton, Shirley’s particular friend and life chum. Shirley greeted her with a smile, and Mr. Willing’s face also wrinkled pleasantly. “I was just telling Dad that we want to take a trip this summer,” explained Shirley. Mabel smiled. “We have talked it all over,” she agreed, “and we just want to go some place.” “Where?” asked Mr. Willing briefly. “Why, we—we—want to go to—to—where is it we want to go, Shirley?” asked Mabel in some confusion. “We hadn’t decided on that yet, Dad,” laughed Shirley. “But we don’t want to stay here on this old farm all summer.” “And what are you going to do with both your old Dads—leave them behind?” asked Mr. Willing seriously. “We would like to have you go with us, Dad, but we know you won’t.” “Why won’t we?” “Well, I—we,—I—you never have gone with us.” “It’s never too late to mend our ways,” declared her father dryly. “Perhaps we shall this time.” Both girls clapped their hands, and scampered about the porch eagerly. At last Shirley stopped her antics, and standing directly before her father, took him by the coat with both hands. “Do you mean it, Dad?” she asked. Mr. Willing nodded. “Yes. Ashton and I have decided that the next time you two youngsters go away from home we are going with you. When you are by yourselves you get into too much mischief. Now where is it you want to go?” “We haven’t the slightest idea,” was the reply. Mr. Willing turned to Mabel.