"Whirlpooled?" finished Jack. "Better make her the Petrel, Cora, for two reasons. We bought it from Mr. Peters, and she can walk on the water like the old original sea-fowl. Just see how she does saunter along."
"All right. Petrel will do, but it will be Pet for short," said Cora as now she allowed the boat to drift a little way from beside the boys' canoe.
"What was the matter with the steamer folks?" asked Ed. "Thought I heard something as we passed."
"Yes, you might have heard them talking about us if your ears had on their long distance," replied Cora quickly. "The Blakes are aboard."
"I saw their trunks at the station," said Jack "and they were tagged to The Burrow."
"That's the hole in the hill, isn't it?" asked Walter. "Well, I'm glad they have come up—the Benny Blakeses. I like a lot of folks around here. It is apt to have a depressing effect upon me if company is scarce and fishing shy."
"Or weather wet," put in Ed. "But say, Cora, I'd like to try the
Pet." He remembered he was in a blue bathing suit, ever the most
appropriate costume for a canoe. "But I'll wait until later, though
I hate to. We have, as a matter of fact, an engagement at Far
Island. Have you heard?"
"No, what?" asked the girls in chorus.
"Just a suspicion yet, but it may be true. We think—shall we give it away boys?"
"No; sell it," suggested Jack. "They sold us on this first trip, why should we give them anything?"