“At last the Captain said: ‘There! I think that’s all. And we can make a start the first thing in the morning.’
“‘To-morrow morning!’ shouted the Skipper. ‘Shiver my timbers! Do you think we can wait forever?’
“‘Nobody wants to wait so long as that,’ said the Captain. ‘But it’s too late to go in to-day. You don’t want to be caught in there in the dark.’
“‘Who’s going to be caught?’ asked the Skipper. ‘I’m not. And we’re going in to-day!’
“‘We’re going in to-morrow,’ said the Captain, just as firmly. The Skipper turned huffy.
“‘I’d like to know who’s planning this,’ he said.
“‘You are,’ said the Captain. ‘And I don’t think it’s much of a plan—whoever made it! And if you’re so set, we’ll go now,—the time may be as good as the plan,—but it’s too late!’
“‘It’s nearly the longest days in the year,’ said the Skipper. As if that wouldn’t have made it all the easier to wait for morning!”
“Then it was a wrong argument,” remarked Phyllisy.
“Yes; but he didn’t think long enough to see it.