"Then get on those sailor frocks that you wore yesterday, and your big sailor hats, and we'll sail on the 'briny deep,' right after breakfast," was the quick reply.
He was well pleased, for they had chosen just that which he so loved to do.
They hurriedly finished their breakfast and ran up to their room to put on the pretty sailor suits that he had so admired.
"Rose!" called Uncle John.
"I'm almost ready," she answered.
"No hurry," he replied, "only when you, and Polly are ready, run right down to the boat. I've told Donald to take you for a row, and just as soon as I have finished some letters, I'll go with you for a sail."
"Oh, that will be fine!" cried Rose, "because while we are waiting for you we'll be on the water."
Uncle John returned to his letters, and soon Rose and Polly hurried down to the piazza and out onto the driveway.
It was a short run to the beach, where they found Donald, the little
Scotch lad, waiting for them.
With a new knife he was whittling a bit of wood into the rude semblance of a boat.