sort of sport. By the way, we expect him down for a few days; perhaps
next week."

"Good!" cried Hal. "The boat carnival is on next week. I'm sure he
would enjoy that."

The boys were back at the boathouse now, and Bert gathered up his pond
lilies.

"There'll be a scramble for them when the girls see them," he said.
"Nellie McLaughlin, next to Dorothy, is out for fun. She is not a bit
like a sick girl."

"Perhaps she isn't sick now," said Hal, "but has to be careful. She
seems quite thin."

"Mother says she wants fun, more than medicine," went on Bert. "I
guess she had to go to work because her father is away at sea. He's
been gone a year and he only expected to be away six months."

"So is my Uncle George," remarked Hal. "He went to the West Indies to
bring back a valuable cargo of wood. He had only a small vessel, and
a few men. Say, did you say her name was McLaughlin?" exclaimed Hal,
suddenly.

"Yes; they call him Mack for short, but his name is McLaughlin."

"Why, that was the name of the man who went with Uncle George!"
declared Hal. "Maybe it was her father."