"That's right, Uncle," cried Betty. "And see the-- what are we
supposed to call these?" and she pointed to pots, pans, dishes and
other utensils that hung around the galley.

"Oh, call 'em galley truck, that's as good a name as any," said the
old captain. "Do you like this, Bet?"

"Like it, Uncle Amos! It's the dearest little boat in the world. I
don't deserve it. You are so good to get it for me, and it was such a
surprise."

"Yes, I calculated it would be a surprise, all right. But I didn't
forget that you always wanted to be a sailor, and so when I got the
chance, I made up my mind I'd get you something worth while before I
got sent to Davy Jones' locker."

"Where is that?" asked Amy, innocently.

"Oh, he means before he got drowned, or something like that,"
explained Betty. "Oh, Uncle Amos, you're a dear!" and she kissed him,
somewhat to his confusion.

"So I got a man to build this boat to suit my ideas," went on the old
seaman. "It's equipped for salt water, if so be you should ever want
to take a trip to sea."

"Never!" cried Mollie.

"Well, you never can tell," he said sagely. "After she was finished I
had him ship her here, and then I got her into the water. I will say,