“What do you call this room?” questioned Flossie, as she looked around at the tiny compartment.
“Well, you can call this most anything,” laughed the captain. “When you use it for company, it’s a parlor; and when you use it for just sitting around in, it’s a sitting-room; and when you use it to eat in, why, then what would you call it?”
“Why, then you’d call it a dining-room,” answered the little girl promptly.
“And if I got my hair cut in it, then it would be a barber shop, wouldn’t it?” cried Freddie.
“Why, Freddie Bobbsey!” gasped his twin. “I’m sure I wouldn’t want my dining-room to be a barber shop,” she added disdainfully.
“Well, some places have got to be barber shops,” defended the little boy staunchly.
“I don’t think they have barber shops on motor boats, do they, Daddy?”
“They might have if the boat was big enough,” answered Mr. Bobbsey. “However, I don’t believe we’ll have a barber shop on this craft.”
“When are we going to start?” asked Bert, when they had gone all over the Swallow, even to the place where the crew slept and where the motors were.
“We will start as soon as Cousin Jasper is ready,” said Mr. Bobbsey. “It may be a week yet, I hope no longer.”