“Well, you know I went to the cemetery and it is almost traditional that strange things happen in graveyards,” was all that could be forced from Jane.
“If she won’t divulge the horrid secret, let’s feed. My appetite is straining on the leash,” suggested Charlie.
Mabel giggled. “Charlie, I didn’t even know you had a leash for it.”
The little party entered the beautifully simple dining room that was typical of the Samoset and began one of the most delicious dinners in the history of the cruise.
On the way back to the “Boojum,” Jack said to Ellen, “In all my life I never tasted anything as good as that duckling.”
And much to his delight she answered, “Yes it was good and it is cooked by just the recipe my grandmother taught me. I believe you will like my duckling just as much as you liked the Samoset’s.”
“I’ll adore yours, Ellen.”
Again on deck, Mr. Wing looked at the sky with the searching glance of a seaman. “We just did make it in time. In about five minutes we are going to have an awful big rain. Looks like she was coming up to blow, too. Hope we won’t drag. This is a poor harbor.”
Before the girls had got into their bunks, the rain Mr. Wing had foreseen was beating in through the open portholes and down the hatch.