“If it was so fine I don’t see why you made such a rumpus.”
“I suppose I was swimming hard, and splashing around.”
“I didn’t observe much splashing. It was a mighty dry swim.” And Sidney laughed rather ruefully.
“Do you know what the date is, Sid?”
“No, I haven’t the least idea, and I don’t believe I could figure it out, after all we have done.”
“Do you suppose it’s September yet?”
“September,” repeated Sidney thoughtfully; “maybe it is. I should think it might be December.”
The boys had by that time finished their supper, and Sidney carefully packed away the bread and cheese that was left. Then they stretched out on the sand, beginning to feel quite like themselves again.
“I wish I knew where father is,” said Sidney.
“He may be back in New York by this time.”