t their narrow cribs ever so much nicer than the home ones; while Bobby and Frank considered the two skylights here infinitely preferable to the large bow-window they were accustomed to.
Harry was sitting in a contemplative manner upon a trunk on the landing below, Walter having preceded him upstairs.
"Run after Walter and see that you two boys have a good scrub. The bath is ready for you; and see you don't hang about after it to catch cold, but get into Blanket Bay as fast as you can. I'm sure I feel quite ready for it myself after all that trudging about over sands and rocks."
Thus admonished, Harry made his way upstairs to the back attic, where Walter and he and the Rover were moored.
III. "BLANKET BAY."
Early next morning Walter Hammond knocked at Mrs. Leslie's door.
"Could you come and look at Harry's knee?" he asked in rather a frightened voice. "We think there is something wrong with it."
Mrs. Leslie lost no time, you may be sure. And here,