“I don’t know. There are two or three others, aren’t there? Was Perky’s second-hand when he got it, Poke?”
“Yes, and he had the fellow paint it all up as good as new. You’d never have known it had been used before he got it, Jeff.”
“I think I’d rather have a brand-new one,” said Jeff doubtfully. “And I wouldn’t want an eighteen-footer; sixteen is long enough. Couldn’t you fellows go up there with me in the morning and help me buy it?”
“I guess so,” Gil answered. “We’d have to go early, though; dinner’s at twelve to-morrow on account of the game.”
“We can go up on the train,” said Poke. “Take the eight-something and be there in five minutes.”
“I thought we might paddle up,” suggested Jeff. “It wouldn’t take very long.”
“Hm, and who would do the paddling?” asked Poke with elaborate carelessness.
“I’d do most of it,” Jeffrey replied, “if some one would take a hand in the bow.”
“That’s Gil, then. He’s tried it and I never have. How many can we get in a canoe? Is Jim going along?”
“No, he says he can’t. But I thought we might take Hope if she’d like to go.”