"One what?"
"A whale—and Tessie will be so disappointed. I know she wants that photograph."
"No matter, I can take your photograph, only you must smile."
So Jean smiled, and the photograph was taken with the camera that Uncle Jim had given Irma.
"It will be more fun to look for Gibraltar than for whales. To-morrow we must all have our eyes open."
"What's Gibraltar?"
"The great big rock where we are going to land."
"I don't want to land on a rock," pouted Jean. "I want to go ashore."
"Oh, we'll go ashore, too."