"Of course I did not mean what I said," laughed the gay young lady. "I will have just what you happen to have. I did not think any one would understand what I said."
"I certainly did not," added Mr. Waterford. "I know no language but English, and only a little of that."
"I think I can make a fricandeau," I continued, "if I have the material."
"We have beef, ham, mutton, pork, potatoes, bread, cake, and crackers on board."
"Let us have a plain beefsteak, then," said the lady.
"Avec pommes de terre, frits?" I asked.
"Oui, Monsieur Cuisinier. What a prodigy you must be, Mr. Phil! You can keep books, cook, and talk French."
"And sail a boat as well as the best of them," added Mr. Waterford. "By the way, Phil, have you any of those things on board that you mentioned?"
"What things?"
"I don't know."