"I don't know that I will say anything about it now. Your case is rather worse than mine, if anything, and you have enough to think of without bothering your head with my mother's troubles," replied Stumpy.
"Of course I can't raise any money to help her out; but if I can do anything else, nothing would please me more."
"If you have any friends, you ought to use them for your father."
"What do you mean by friends? I haven't any friends."
"Yes, you have; but I don't know that you have the cheek to call upon them. I suppose it will do no harm to tell you what I was thinking about, Le," added Stumpy, when they reached the road, and halted there. "Your boat is called the Rosabel. You gave her that name."
"Of course I did. What has that to do with this matter?" demanded Leopold, puzzled by the roundabout manner in which his friend approached his subject.
"You named the boat after somebody," continued Stumpy, with something like a chuckle in his tones.
"I named her after Miss Rosabel Hamilton, whose father has been one of the best customers of the hotel. Perhaps I had my weather eye open when I christened the sloop."
"Certainly you had," ejaculated Stumpy.
"But it was only to please the family, and induce them to stay longer at the hotel."