The "Sister Sue" was at
anchor in the bay. The skipper lighted his pipe and sat down all
hunched together, puffing away with most aggravating deliberateness.
"Aren't you coming ashore so we may get aboard and see the boat?"
called Harriet.
"Bymeby," was the laconic answer.
"I am the commodore. I wish--"
"The what?"
"The commodore," answered Harriet, laughing so that she barely made
herself heard.
"Commodore's quarters aren't ready," called back Captain Billy. "Let
you know when we're ready for you. We aren't going out again to-day."
"I shall have to talk to the captain, I fear," said Mrs. Livingston,
smiling faintly.
Soon after coming to anchor the second man on the boat was observed to
be busy furling the sail, which he took his time in doing. This
finished, he hauled up pails of water with a pail tied to the end of a
rope and started swabbing down the decks. This completed, he went
about other duties, which, to the row of girls sitting on the Lonesome
Bar, seemed trivial and for the sake of killing time.
"Isn't it perfectly aggravating?" grumbled Margery Brown.
The supper horn blew while they still sat there waiting. The Camp
Girls reluctantly turned back toward camp. They were disappointed, and
so expressed themselves with emphasis while eating their supper.
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