lots of queer stories to tell."

"Has he dot any tandy?" inquired Paul, eagerly.

"Oh, you dear, of course he has!" cried his sister. "You are getting
as bad as Grace," and she looked at her chum meaningly.

Will skillfully laid the Gem alongside the dock and soon the little
party of young people were trooping up to the store, which was near
the river front.

"Ah, good day to you all-- good day, ladies and gentlemen, every one,
and the little shaver too!" cried Mr. Lagg, with a bow as they entered
his shop.

"What will you please to buy to-day?
If it's coffee or tea, just walk this way,"

And, with this charming couplet Mr. Lagg started toward the rear of
his store, where the aromatic odor of ground coffee indicated that he
had spoken truly.

"We'd like some of your good soda," spoke Will.

"Ha, soda. I don't know that I have anything in the line of soda."

"No soda?" exclaimed Frank.

"I mean I haven't made up any poetry about that. I have about almost
everything else in my store. Let me see-- soda-- soda---- "