"And I'll get home before Uncle Fred," cried Alene.
"Wouldn't they all have been scared if we had had to wait for the glass-boat to take us home?"
The boy smiled. He thought there were others who would have been scared in that event.
"Is Mr. Fred Dawson your uncle?"
"Yes. Do you know him?"
"I used to be captain of the Fred Dawson Baseball Club," he replied with a tone of pride.
"How nice!" and Alene determined to ask her uncle all about it that very night. "Ah, here's the wharf! It seems to be coming right up to us!"
A few minutes later their light, little craft swept in to shore.
Mark gallantly gathered up the bundles and handed them out to Laura, who had skipped lightly across the bow to the bleached stones of the wharf, then he gave his hand to his more timid passenger and she stepped ashore.
"And the Happy-Go-Luckys will be on time as usual," cried Laura, as they said good-by to Mark, who intended taking the skiff farther up the river.