an had pulled alongside, his face full of a dark inquiry. He looked at me for authoritative information.
"I came here," I said to him, "after tea."
"Before breakfast, I should say!" cried the old gentleman. And every one of his party burst out laughing.
Much was now said, chiefly by the party of the other part, but our boatman paid little attention to any of it. The boys scrambled on board their own vessel. We pushed apart, hoisted sail, and were soon speeding away.
"Good bye!" shouted the father, a genial man. "Let us know if you want any more groceries, and we'll send them to you."
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