The day was an
ideal one, the sloop lay well over and steadily gained headway as she
forged ahead with white water spurting away from her bows.
"Gul-lor-ious!" cried Margery.
"Love-a-ly!" mocked Crazy Jane.
Tommy eyed Buster quizzically.
"Yeth, but thith ithn't the real thea. You will be singing inthide
inthtead of outthide when we get out on the real othean. It won't be
the gul-lor-iouth then."
"All we need now to make us a real ship is a wireless machine," said
Harriet, with apparent innocence.
The skipper shot a quick look at her from under his heavy red
eyebrows, but Harriet's face was guileless.
"Would it not be possible to put a wireless outfit on a boat of this
kind, Captain?"
"Yes, if you wanted to. But what good would it do you?"
"I don't know, except that we might talk with ships far out at
sea--ships that we could not see at all. Why don't you put a wireless
machine on your little ship? I think that would be fine," persisted
the Meadow-Brook girl, with feigned enthusiasm. The skipper growled an
unintelligible reply and devoted himself to sailing his boat. Then
Tommy took up the subject, discussing wireless telegraphy with great
confidence, but in an unscientific manner that would have brought
groans of anguish from one familiar with the subject.
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