"Then you are not ashamed to have her called the Dora?" said Dick, well satisfied.
"Ashamed? Oh, Dick, I am delighted!"
"This boat is a gem," was Songbird Powell's comment. "Say, folks on the
Ohio will take us, to be millionaires."
"Dis ship is besser dan a ferrypoat," was Hans' comment.
"A ferryboat!" shrieked Grace. "Oh, Hans!"
"I mean von of dem double-decker ferrypoats vot runs from New York to Chersey City—dem kind vot has got blate-glass vinders und looking-glasses der sthairs on," explained the German cadet. "Da vos peauties, too."
"If we don't enjoy this trip it will be our fault," said Fred.
The lines were cast off, the steam tug puffed, and in a moment more the houseboat had left the dock and the voyage down the Ohio was begun.
"I'll not be sorry to leave Pittsburg behind," said Nellie. "There is so much smoke."
"Well, they have to have smoke—in such a hive of industry," answered
Dick.