"Going?" called out Sam. "Don't hurry."
"Thank you; but I think I must be starting," said Dave.
"Don't go!"
This last was a timid, pitiful voice.
Dave turned, and there was Little Mew.
"Oh, I must go, Bartie. You see I said I would go back this afternoon, and the keeper will look for me at the light."
"Oh take me!" he begged aside.
"You really want to go--really, Bartie?"
"Oh yes; I'll ask them."
Bart turned to Dick and Sam, and asked if he could go to the lighthouse.