"Oh, don't call him Mr. Barker; call him Ben; we do," said Jennie.
"That is as he likes, my dear."
"Oh, everybody calls me Ben," the young man told him.
"Ben be it, then. And where are you staying, Ben?"
"On the yacht with the boys, sir. We are cruising up the coast, and thought this would be a good place to anchor for a few days. We're not all boys, for the father of one of my chums, the fellow who owns the yacht, is with us, so is one of the college professors, and Edna, you will never guess who is one of the party."
"Who?"
[102] "Guess."
"Celia, my sister Celia."
"Wrong. No ladies aboard."
"Then, let me see—not papa?"