will go back to shore."

Freddie had heard so much about the tide he felt he understood it
perfectly. Of course, there was no tide on the lake, although the
waters ran lazily toward the ocean at times.

"But we are not getting near my boat," Freddie complained, for indeed
the toy sailboat was drifting just opposite their way.

"Well, I can't help it, I'm sure," cried Flossie. "And I just wish I
could get back. I'm going to call somebody."

"Nobody can hear you," said her brother. "They are all down by the
ocean, and there's so much noise there you can't even hear thunder."

Where the deep woods joined the lake there was a little island. This
was just around the turn, and entirely out of view of either the
Minturn or the Bingham boat landing. Toward this little island the
children's boat was now drifting.

"Oh, we'll be real Robinson Crusoes!" exclaimed Freddie, delighted at
the prospect of such an adventure.

"I don't want to be no Robinson Crusoe!" pouted his sister. "I just
want to get back home," and she began to cry.

"We're going to bunk," announced Freddie, as at that minute the boat
did really bump into the little island. "Come, Flossie, let us get
ashore," said the brother, in that superior way that had come to him
in their distress.