Lost in the Storm
As soon as the boat was clear of the bay Andy put up the sail. It was a pretty brown one, like the sails of all the other fishing-boats of the village. It billowed out in the breeze, and the boat sped along. The boys shipped the oars.
"I'll steer," said Tom, and he took the tiller. The sail flapped, and spray flew up from under the bows of the boat. It was lovely.
"We go north-east," said Andy. "Can you steer by the sun, Tom?"
"Of course," said Tom, who had learnt to tell ti?e time almost to the half-hour by looking to see exactly where the sun was. "I'm going right, aren't I, Andy? And I make it about half-past seven by the sun."
"It's twenty-past seven," said Jill, looking at her watch. She whispered something to Mary, who giggled.
"What are you giggling at?" asked Tom.
"Tell you in a minute," said Jill. The boat flew on over the green water, and the spray whipped off the sea, and fell cool and silvery on the children.
"Golly!" said Tom, in half a minute. "I am hungry. What time are we going to have breakfast?"
The twins burst into squeals of laughter. "That's what we whispered about just now!" said Jill. "I said to Mary "I guess the next thing Tom says will be that he's hungry and what about breakfast." And sure enough you did."