“He’s awfully nice, isn’t he?”
Toby considered. Finally: “Yes,” he said. “He takes after me.”
Arnold laughed. “Say, you must have thought I was an awful fresh chump the other day,” he said apologetically. “I’m sorry I was so peevish.” He smiled reminiscently. “Fact is, you know, I was mad because I’d made such a mess of that landing.”
“I guess we were both sort of fresh,” answered Toby. “Want to go out in a good boat?”
“Yes.” Arnold leaped aboard. “Your father said you’d made this yourself.”
“Most of it. I made the hull, but dad and Long Tim—he works for dad—helped me a lot with the lockers and so on.”
“I should think you’d be mighty proud of it,” said the other admiringly. “I would. How did you happen to call her the Turnover?”
Toby explained as he started off, and Arnold laughed appreciatively. “That would be a better name for my canoe,” he said. “She turned over with me the other day about a half-mile out there and I had to swim all the way in with her. There’s too much chop around here for canoeing.”
“Which way do you want to go?” asked Toby. “Ever been over to Johnstown?”
“No, Frank and I started for there last Saturday, the day we broke down.”