“Something more substantial than a dream is going to take my ‘Sabrina’ home,” said Tim.
“Beautiful people have sense sometimes, Tim. Anyhow, he is coming over tonight and you can see for yourself. He is plenty big and strong enough to handle her if he is able to get a friend of his to go along with him. He is awfully interesting and well read and made me feel awfully ashamed because he didn’t use one drop of slang the entire time we talked to him, and it must have been at least three hours. His father is an inventor. His name is Frederick Gray and I asked him to come to supper. You don’t mind, do you, Skipper?” Jane appealed to Mr. Wing.
“What about the island—you haven’t said a word about it?” asked Jack.
“Heavens, don’t get me started on the island. I don’t ever want to stop talking about it. We, I mean I’ve got the most wonderful plan, but I am not going to talk about it till Fred comes over tonight,” Jane put them off.
“What about my lobsters?” demanded Mabel.
“We brought you back a whole dinghy full of them. The steward is getting them out now. Fred gave them to us.”
“I have changed my mind about Fred, then,” said Tim. “I am that fond of lobsters.”
“Anybody in his right mind would have to like Fred. But wait till you see him. In the meantime, how long before lunch? I am simply starved!” and Jane pounced on the candy.