“Sort of like a fellow driving an automobile into your front yard and leaving it there and going off,” laughed Laurie. “You couldn’t put it out into the street because that would be against traffic rules and you couldn’t take possession of it—”
“You could send it to a garage, though,” said Bob.
“Yes, and pay the garage bills!”
“The quarry folks could see that it got on fire accidently,” said Ned.
“It would only burn to the water-edge. The hull would be just as much in the way as the whole thing,” objected Bob.
“I hope they’ll let it stay just where it is,” said Polly. “I’m sure it comes in very handy when we come here skating. Remember that perfectly ferocious day just after Christmas, Laurie, when we were all nearly frozen and you made a fire in the—the fireplace—”
“Fireplace!” echoed Ned. “That’s corking!”
“Well, the—the—why, I don’t see why it isn’t a fireplace, Smarty. It’s the place you build the fire, isn’t it?”
“Boiler,” said Bob.
“Well, anyway, it just about saved my feet from freezing right off,” declared Polly. “And we had a lot of fun on the boat, and I hope no one will do anything to it at all!”