"With the direction the wind is going to blow when she gets going, we'd better run for the New Harbor at Block Island and get in through the breech there. It'll be calm as a millpond, once we're inside."
When Darry asked the others, however, the consensus of opinion was that they keep on for Boston.
"Can't we take the inside passage—go through the Cape Cod Canal?" asked Dr. Stanley. "That should eliminate all danger."
"Oh, there's no danger," Darry said. "The yacht is as seaworthy as can be. But I don't want any of you to be uncomfortable."
"I'm a good sailor," declared Nell.
"You know Jess and I are used to the water," Amy hastened to say. "Let us go on, Darry."
But the wind sprang up a little later and began to blow fitfully. The skipper considered it safer to keep well out to sea. Inshore waters are often dangerous even for a craft of as light draught as the Marigold.
The crowd sat on deck, keeping as much as possible in the shelter of the deckhouse, and were just as jolly as though there was no such thing on the whole ocean as a storm. Dr. Stanley told them several of his funny stories, and amused the young folks immensely.
In the midst of the general hilarity Nell went below for something. She was gone for some minutes and Jessie, at least, began to wonder where she was when she saw Nell's hand beckoning to her from an open stateroom window. Jessie got up and moved toward the place, wondering what the doctor's daughter had discovered that so excited her.
"What is it, Nell?" Jess whispered.