There were only five competitors altogether. Two others arrived on the scene, but on comparing their heavy boats and small umbrellas with those of the other girls, they prudently withdrew, much to ’Possum’s relief: the lagoon was not wide enough for a large number of starters.  They dodged about here and there, occasionally colliding, and apologizing with much forced politeness, while under their breath they reviled their coxswains.  Most of these latter were small girls chosen for their light weight rather than for their ability; but Flossie Parker’s was of proved skill, and had steered her to victory in many a hard-fought contest. Flossie’s umbrella was red, and of a mighty size. "Still, I’m blessed if I think it has the acreage of Pa Smith’s!" thought ’Possum, comparing them.