“Oh, what fun!” cried Freddie.
“I hope we can go soon,” murmured Nan.
“But Bert mustn’t get off the ship to push it; must he, Daddy?” asked Flossie.
“No, indeed!” laughed her father, as he set her down in the grass. “If he does the water will come up more than above his knees. But now please don’t ask me any more questions until I can sit down after dinner and tell you the whole story.”
The children thought the dinner never would be finished, and Bert, who had put on dry clothes, tried to hurry through with his food.
“Bert, my dear, you must not eat so fast,” remonstrated his mother, as she saw him hurrying.
“Bert is eating like a regular steam engine,” came from Flossie.
At this Nan burst out laughing.
“Flossie, did you ever see an engine eat?” she asked.
“Well, I don’t care! You know what I mean,” returned the little girl.