“It reminds me of the tail of a goose. Something like the tale of Goose Bay, with which our imaginative friend here regaled us last night.”
“It makes me think of the story Virgil tells about Æneas, where the ‘pious son’ tried to grasp the shade of his faithful wife Creusa. She just vanished into thin air, you remember.”
“It’s like Bob’s history,—too thin,” laughed Bert. “Isn’t that Ethan’s boat?” he added, pointing as he spoke to a sail which could be seen approaching the island.
“Yes; that’s Ethan. Hurry up, fellows, or you’ll be late for breakfast. You know what his opinion is of people who aren’t up early in the morning.”
His companions hastily returned to the tent, and by the time Ethan landed they were ready for the breakfast which he speedily prepared.
“Goin’ to have another good day,” remarked Ethan, as he and Tom cleared away the breakfast dishes.
“That’s what we want,” said Jock. “Ethan, did you bring over the things we were talking about last night?”
“Yes, they’re in the boat. We’ve got just the kind of a day we want, too.”
“What is it, Jock, you and Ethan are plotting?” inquired Ben.