“Evidently we’re not the only ones to take this trip,” remarked Billie, as she noted the people coming on board the Mary Ann.
“A number of these people must live on the islands the year around,” said Laura.
“My, how lonely it must be on this coast during the winter months,” said Billie. “Think of being out on one of those islands in a howling snowstorm!”
“I wonder how they get anything to eat during those times?” questioned Vi.
“I presume they keep stuff on hand,” answered Billie.
With a sharp toot of her whistle the boat moved out from the dock, made her way carefully among the numerous other craft in the harbor, and finally nosed her way out into the water of the channel.
“O—oh,” breathed Vi, softly. “It’s even more wonderful than I thought it would be. I’d like to go sailing on and on like this forever.”
“Well, I wouldn’t,” said Laura practically. “Not without any supper. I’m getting a perfectly awful appetite.”
“It will be worse than that after you’ve been here a little while,” laughed Connie. “Mother says that it seems as if she never can give me enough to eat when we come out to the seashore, so she has given up trying.”
“Your poor mother!” said Billie dolefully. “And now she has four of us!”