About four o'clock, when all these things had been fully discussed, George and Tony walked down to the banks of the lake.
"There comes the Zephyr," said the latter. "We have fine times in her, George, I can tell you."
"Whose boat is she?"
"Frank Sedley's; his father gave it to him."
"You must have one, Tony."
"Me!"
"Yes; I am able to give you one, and when I go to the city I will order one built."
"How liberal you are, George!"
"You are a good boy, Tony; and a good boy deserves everything it is proper for him to have."
"But we don't need another. We have just as good times in the Zephyr as though each owned a share in her. There is nothing mean about Frank Sedley, I can tell you!" said Tony, with enthusiasm.