“I could ride on him,” giggled Dot. “That was funny. I guess Sammy Pinkney would say it was funny. I wish Sammy could see Cristuff Columbo and Julius Cæsar—though that’s the name of Bill Monnegan’s horse.”
“Now, Dot Kenway!” exclaimed Tess, “you are going to take home that alligator to Sammy. You can’t take all the reptiles in the world to him. You couldn’t put one of those turtles in our trunk.”
“Oh, well,” sighed Dot. “But I know Sammy won’t believe it if he doesn’t see those turkles. I say, Tess!”
“Well? What is it?” asked her unruffled sister.
“Do you know, I just believe that after we tell Sammy Pinkney about all we did and saw and about the turkles that the next time he runs away to be a pirate he’ll go to Plam Island. I just know he will,” and she repeated her statement with the utmost confidence.
THE END