Fifteen minutes later the steel ball rested on the Sea Nymph’s deck. A few more moments and, hands first, like frogs leaping from a jar, the two tumbled out on the deck.
“Hel—hello, folks!” Dave said, standing up a trifle unsteadily. “How’s the weather up here?”
“That,” said Doris, gripping Dave’s arm without realizing it and giving Johnny a happy smile, “that was awful!”
Mildred, gazing at them admiringly, echoed the thought.
“How about a glass of lemonade, and—and something to go with it?” Dave demanded. “Chocolate coated marshmallow cake, macaroons, and—”
“Dave, you’ll get fat,” Doris laughed.
“And then I wouldn’t be able to get into the steel ball. Wouldn’t that be grand?
“But no!” Dave answered his own question. “It wouldn’t! Not at all. For I’ve been seeing things—wonderful things! And I’m going back tomorrow!”
After their little feast on deck, Doris accompanied Mildred to the boat’s side, gave her a hand as she dropped lightly into her dugout, and said in a friendly tone:
“You’ll come again, won’t you—very soon?”