"Now look here," said Toby. "We've got to sit in the middle of this here raft, or else she'll tilt over. Why don't you sit in the middle, Warden?"
"I am sitting in the middle," said the Churchwarden. "I wonder what the Vestry would say if they could—"
"I wish it distinctly understood," said the Sly Old Fox, "that I am here under protest. If I had for one moment imagined—"
"Now listen to me," said Aunt Amanda. "There's got to be a captain of this expedition, and as there's nobody here but a lot of helpless men-creatures, I suppose I've got to be the captain myself. All those in favor say aye. I'm elected. That's done. Warden, sit a little bit over to the right."
"Ay, ay, sir; ay, ay, ma'am; certainly," said the Warden.
"Now everybody sit up close to the Warden," said Aunt Amanda. "There. Is the raft balanced now?"
"Ay, ay, sir," said the Churchwarden. "I mean, ay, ay, ma'am."
"Then my orders as captain is, to sit still and see what's going to happen."
Nothing happened. Freddie grew sleepy, and leaned his head against Aunt Amanda's shoulder. As he was falling off to sleep, a slim dark object rose from the sea near by and whirred across the ocean and plopped into the water.