"I think I heard you suggest that name for a boat once."
"It is just the name I should have given her," replied Paul, so excited by the extraordinary event of the hour, that he could hardly keep his seat.
"I am glad, then, that she suits you in every respect. Now, if you will put me ashore near my house, I will leave the Fawn and her owners to their future destiny."
Paul landed Captain Littleton on the pier behind his house, and after pouring out his thanks for the magnificent gift, they parted company. The Fawn was headed away from the rocks, and again stood out into the bay before the fresh breeze.
"I say, Paul, isn't this a stunner?" exclaimed John, suddenly jumping up from his seat, after he had remained silent and motionless for the full space of five minutes—a most extraordinary occurrence with him.
"What do you mean by a 'stunner,' John," asked Paul, with dignity.
"Well, what a—what a—what a thundering thing this is!" sputtered John. "Only to think——"
"I wish you wouldn't use those slang phrases. You let them out before Captain Littleton, just as though he were one of the fellows."
"He's one of 'em, anyhow. He's a trump!"