"Her name is 'The Sister Sue,'" replied Mr. McCarthy.
"Thave me!" wailed Tommy. "The boat may be all right, but think of being drowned in a name like that! Now, if it wath 'The Queen of the Theath,' or thome thuch name ath that, I thouldn't so much mind being drowned in her, but 'The Thithter Thue'—thave uth!"
"You are not going to drown at all," laughed Miss Elting, "so don't begin to lay any plans in that direction."
"When is the boat coming here, Daddy?" questioned Jane.
"To-morrow morning early, if they have her ready in time. I told the owner to slap some new clothes on her, and make her presentable by to-morrow, sure. How do you like the idea, girls?"
"Oh, it's just too glorious for anything," cried Margery, now awakened to the possibilities of having a sailboat of their very own. Tommy regarded her quizzically, opened her mouth to speak, then closed her lips.
"What is it, dear?" questioned Miss Elting.
"It ith nothing now. Maybe I'll thay it when we get to thea, provided Buthter doeth not thay it for me."
"See here! We have forgotten all about that buried treasure," exclaimed Mr. McCarthy, at his ease once more after having escaped from the table. "Will you show me, Tommy?"
"No, thir. That ith a dark thecret."