McCarthy.
"Thave me!" wailed Tommy. "The boat may be all right, but think of
being drowned in a name like that! Now, if it wath 'The Queen of the
Theath,' or thome thuch name ath that, I thouldn't so much mind being
drowned in her, but 'The Thithter Thue'--thave uth!"
"You are not going to drown at all," laughed Miss Elting, "so don't
begin to lay any plans in that direction."
"When is the boat coming here, Daddy?" questioned Jane.
"To-morrow morning early, if they have her ready in time. I told the
owner to slap some new clothes on her, and make her presentable by
to-morrow, sure. How do you like the idea, girls?"
"Oh, it's just too glorious for anything," cried Margery, now awakened
to the possibilities of having a sailboat of their very own. Tommy
regarded her quizzically, opened her mouth to speak, then closed her
lips.
"What is it, dear?" questioned Miss Elting.
"It ith nothing now. Maybe I'll thay it when we get to thea, provided
Buthter doeth not thay it for me."
"See here! We have forgotten all about that buried treasure,"
exclaimed Mr. McCarthy, at his ease once more after having escaped
from the table. "Will you show me, Tommy?"
"No, thir. That ith a dark thecret."
"What, girls keep a secret?" scoffed the visitor.
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