y."

"What kind of a boat ith it?" piped Tommy.

"A sailboat," answered the visitor. "I have appointed Miss Burrell as
the commodore, though she doesn't know it. I understand she did very
well as the captain of the 'Red Rover' last summer. Now we'll give her
a trial on salt water. You will look to her for your orders and
permission to go out, and I imagine you won't have any cause to
complain of her treatment of you, eh, Harriet?"

"O Mr. McCarthy! you embarrass me. But tell us about the boat,"
answered Harriet laughingly.

"It's just a little old sailboat, that's all--one I picked up at
Portsmouth; but even though she's a tub, she is perfectly safe and you
may go as far as you wish with her, always first consulting with the
captain and the commodore."

"Oh, is there to be a captain? Am I to be the captain?" questioned
Jane mischievously.

"My grathiouth, I hope not," exclaimed Grace.

"No. The captain owns this particular boat, and he will be wholly in
charge of the actual operation of it, acting upon the orders of the
commodore as to who is to go and when and where. Now it's all out and
I'm glad of it. I--"

Mr. McCarthy's further words were unheard because of the cheer given
by the Camp Girls, in which Mrs. Livingston and the guardians joined
enthusiastically, much to the discomfiture of the guest, who half rose
as though to run away. Evidently thinking better of it, he settled
back in his seat and wiped his forehead.

Jane got up, and, running to her father, threw a pair of impulsive
arms about his neck.

"Isn't he the darling Dad, though, girls?"

"He is," agreed the Chief Guardian.

"You won't think tho after we have all gone and drowned ourthelveth
from thith--from the--what ith the name of the thhip on which we are
going to thail the thalt water?"

"Her name is 'The Sister Sue,'" replied Mr. McCarthy.

"Thave me!" wailed Tommy. "The boat may be all right, but think of
being drowned in a name like that! Now, if it wath 'The Queen of the
Theath,' or thome thuch name ath that, I thouldn't so much mind being
drowned in her, but 'The Thithter Thue'--thave uth!"

"You are not going to drown at all," laughed Miss Elting, "so don't
begin to lay any plans in that direction."

"When is the boat coming here, Daddy?" questioned Jane.

"To-morrow morning early, if they have her ready in time. I told the
owner to slap some new clothes on her, and make her presentable by
to-morrow, sure. How do you like