“About half past four, they say.”
“Then this is Puget Sound?”
“Yes. Those are the Cascade Mountains on that side. The Olympics on the other.”
Just then the giant came swinging down the breezy deck.
“Oh, do you know,” Hildegarde asked him, “if Mr. and Mrs. Blumpitty got on board all right?”
“Well,” said the smiling Hercules, “they got on board.” He waited a moment. When the spectacled gentleman had taken himself off. “Got your seat?” he asked.
“Won’t this be a good place?”
“I mean for meals.”
“Must I see about that?”