“Haven’t thought much about that yet. Usually they call ’em Icicles or Jack Frosts or Blizzards, but I’d rather have something a little newer.”
“Well, you can name her after me if you want to,” observed Chub modestly.
“Yes, call her the Chump,” said Roy.
“Let’s all think of names for it,” cried Harry. “We’ll write them down so as not to forget them and then we’ll give them to Dick and he can select one.”
“And the one whose name is selected,” suggested Chub, “gets a prize, like—like not having to ride on the boat.”
“You’ll be glad enough to ride on her when you see her,” said Dick.
“Who? Me?” queried Chub. “Well, maybe so; I’m naturally of a brave and reckless disposition. In fact, as far as I’m personally concerned I’d like it, but there is the community to think of. Of course, I owe it to the community to be careful of myself and not—”
“You’re talking a great deal of nonsense, Thomas H. Eaton,” said Harry. “If Dick asks me to go with him I’ll go mighty quick!”
“If it’s any sort of a boat that’s just the way you will go,” observed Roy dryly. “So quick you won’t know what’s happening to you.”