"I'm getting on pretty well," said Dorothy, mournfully. "I believe I'm crossing a ferry."
"So are we," said the Admiral, cheerfully. "We're a Caravan, you know."
"A Caravan?" exclaimed Dorothy, very much surprised.
"I believe I said 'Caravan' quite distinctly," said the Admiral in an injured tone, appealing to the rest of the party; but no one said anything except the Highlander, who hastily consulted his watch and then exclaimed "Hurrah!" rather doubtfully.
"I understood what you said," explained Dorothy, "but I don't think I know exactly what you mean."
"Never mind what he means," shouted Sir Walter. "That's of no consequence."
"No consequence!" exclaimed the Admiral, flaring up. "Why, I mean more in a minute than you do in a week!"
"You say more in a minute than anybody could mean in a month," retorted Sir Walter, flourishing his tobacco-plant.
"I can talk a year without meaning anything," said the Highlander, proudly; but no one took any notice of this remark, which, of course, served him right.
The Admiral stared at Sir Walter for a moment through his spy-glass, and then said very firmly, "You're a pig!" at which the Highlander again consulted his watch, and then shouted, "Two pigs!" with great enthusiasm, as if that were the time of day.