Ned lost little time in following his chums’ examples, and Bob, with a laugh, rang the bell to have the cook bring more bread and butter. The jam supply still held out.
“Let me make you acquainted with Willie-off-the-Yacht,” said Bob, nodding toward Jerry.
“What’s the matter? Has he bought a pair of white duck trousers and a cap?”
“Worse and more of it,” Bob answered. “He’s going to the seashore for the summer, and learn to run a sail boat.”
“That’s so, it’s about time to think of where I’m going this summer,” mused Ned. “I heard the folks say something about the mountains, but I don’t know as I care for ’em. Wish we could do as we did last year, and cruise about in the Dartaway.”
“Why can’t we?” asked Bob, spreading another piece of bread. “Jerry says he’s going to the shore, where his mother is hiring a cottage. Maybe I can persuade my folks to let me go down along the coast and board; or perhaps they’d go along. Then if you could come, too, Ned, we could take the Dartaway with us, and run up and down the shore, and have no end of good times. How about it?”
“Sounds good to me,” Ned replied. “I guess we could manage it. How could we get the boat down?”
“Have it boxed and shipped, of course,” Bob replied. “It traveled a good way over land before it got to us, and I guess it wouldn’t cost much.”
“Say, that would be sport!” exclaimed Jerry. “There is just the place for a motor boat where mother is going.”
“Where’s that?” asked Ned.