“I think,” she remarked dreamily, half to herself, “that I’ll wear the gold brooch Aunt Harriet gave me for Christmas.”
When they were getting ready for bed Dick said suddenly:
“I’d like to know who the dickens this Billy Noon is! Where do you suppose the painter chap got to know him?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” yawned Chub. “It was when Billy was with the circus. Mr. Cole was the elephant.”
[CHAPTER XVII]
HARRY SITS FOR HER PICTURE
When Harry reached the Jolly Roger the next forenoon Jack arose from his place on the sunny deck and walked forward to meet her, wagging his tail in cordial welcome. As she spoke to him Mr. Cole heard her voice and put his head out of one of the studio windows.
“Good morning,” he said. “Come aboard. I’m just getting my things ready.”
From the stern of the boat she saw that the little cedar tender was floating in the water at the end of its painter and that the oars which lay across the seats were still wet. Evidently the artist had been out rowing.