Pshaw! Ola Ramm was hanging over the railing watching them.
“Kingthorpe heir?” asked the gentleman. “What does he mean by that?”
“It is what they call me,” replied Johnny, rather soberly.
Asta led the way at once to the candy shop.
“Perhaps we ought not to have taken any money,” said Johnny.
“I should like to know!” exclaimed Asta. “As heavy as he was to row!”
The raspberry drops were very good. Why not be boatmen all summer long?
A few moments later Johnny remarked, “The goat ought really to go to Grassy Island today.”
“Really, it ought,” agreed Asta.
“We’ll bring it right down to the boat now,” said John. And the goat that had lived all summer in the yard back of the barn was forthwith untied and taken out the back way down to Jensen’s Wharf.