"What's become of Jenny?"
"You mean my boat? There she is, hitched a little out, just beyond the landing."
There was nothing on Dab's face to lead any one to suppose that he guessed the meaning of the quizzical grin on Ham's.
It is barely possible, however, that there would have been fewer people at the landing, if Ham and Dab had not been keeping a whole house-full of hungry mortals, including a bride, waiting breakfast for them.
CHAPTER XVIII.
HOW DAB WORKED OUT ANOTHER OF HIS GREAT PLANS.
There was a sort of council at the breakfast-table of the Foster family that morning; and Ford and Annie found their side of it "voted down."
That was not at all because they did not debate vigorously, and even "protest;" but the odds were too much against them.
"Annie, my dear," said Mrs. Foster at last, in a gentle but decided way, "I'm sure your aunt Maria, if not your uncle, must feel hurt at your coming away so suddenly. If we invite Joe and Foster to visit us, it will make it all right."
"Yes," sharply exclaimed Mr. Foster: "we must have them come. They'll behave themselves here. I'll write to their father: you write to Maria."