“We’ll soon be going camping,” I told him, getting at my subject in a roundabout way.
“I wish I could go with you,” he grinned, helping himself to one of our doughnuts.
“We’ll let you,” Scoop put in quickly.
“No chance,” Dad sighed. “I’ve got to keep my nose to the grindstone.”
“We won’t have to bother you this year,” I went on, “to haul our truck up the canal in the car. For we’re going to use our boat.”
“This boat?”
“Sure thing. We probably can earn some money, too.”
“Taking passengers?” [[69]]
“If we camp on Oak Island,” I said, “we can stop at Ashton on the way to the wide waters and give our show. And once we get to the island, it isn’t so very far to Steam Corners.”
“You better hire a mule,” Dad laughed.