McCarthy! you embarrass me. But tell us about the boat,"
answered Harriet laughingly.
"It's just a little old sailboat, that's all--one I picked up at
Portsmouth; but even though she's a tub, she is perfectly safe and you
may go as far as you wish with her, always first consulting with the
captain and the commodore."
"Oh, is there to be a captain? Am I to be the captain?" questioned
Jane mischievously.
"My grathiouth, I hope not," exclaimed Grace.
"No. The captain owns this particular boat, and he will be wholly in
charge of the actual operation of it, acting upon the orders of the
commodore as to who is to go and when and where. Now it's all out and
I'm glad of it. I--"
Mr. McCarthy's further words were unheard because of the cheer given
by the Camp Girls, in which Mrs. Livingston and the guardians joined
enthusiastically, much to the discomfiture of the guest, who half rose
as though to run away. Evidently thinking better of it, he settled
back in his seat and wiped his forehead.
Jane got up, and, running to her father, threw a pair of impulsive
arms about his neck.
"Isn't he the darling Dad, though, girls?"
"He is," agreed the Chief Guardian.
"You won't think tho after we have all gone and drowned ourthelveth
from thith--from the--what ith the name of the thhip on which we are
going to thail the thalt water?"
"Her name is 'The Sister Sue,'" replied Mr.
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