“About ten, I guess; maybe eleven.” Toby advanced the throttle as far as it would go, listened and pushed it back a little. “She misses if I give her too much gas.”
“Seems to me she goes faster than the Frolic.”
“She’s smaller and you’re nearer the water. That makes her seem to go faster. There’s the landing ahead. Want to go in?”
“No, let’s just knock around, unless you’ve got something to do.”
“I haven’t as long as I stay away from home,” replied Toby dryly. “Say, what school do you go to in winter?”
“Yardley Hall.”
“Where’s that?”
“Wissining, Connecticut.” Arnold waved a hand vaguely toward the west. “Over there on the other side of the Sound. Ever hear of it?”
Toby shook his head. “I don’t know much about schools. It’s a boarding school, isn’t it?”