"Sounds like it," Bert said. "Tell Uncle William about it sometime.
I wouldn't mention it to Nellie, she cut up so, they said, the first
time she saw the ocean. Poor thing! I suppose she just imagined her
father was tossing about in the waves."

The boys had tied the canoe to its post, and now made their way up
over the hill toward the house.

"Here they come," said Bert, as Nan, Nellie, and Dorothy came racing
down the hill.

"Oh!" cried Dorothy, "give me some!"

"Oh, you know me, Bert?" pleaded Nellie.

"Hal, I wound up your kite string, didn't I?" insisted Nan, by way of
showing that she surely deserved some of Hal's pond lilies.

"And I found your ball in the bushes, Bert," urged Dorothy.

"They're not for little girls," Hal said, waving his hand comically,
like a duke in a comic opera. "Run along, little girls, run along,"
he said, rolling his r's in real stage fashion, and holding the pond
lilies against his heart.

"But if we get them, may we have them sir knight?" asked Dorothy,
keeping up the joke.

"You surely can!" replied Hal, running short on his stage words.