nice! You have a wonderful--outline."

"Yes, my nurse always complimented me on my outline. But do behold
Wallie! Isn't he a peach?"

"He's a picture girl," declared Cora laughing. "Well, it is a good
thing that we girls all wore coats when we went on the rescuing
expedition. But say boys, what do you think was the trouble at the
wharf? Ben seemed quite excited."

"I didn't like the looks of the fellow who offered us the boat
ride," commented Ed. "And the queer part of it was, how did he know
we were on the island?"

"And then his boat leaked and stopped. I'll bet his game was to
make us fear drowning, and then save us at so much more per save.
Like the philosopher and the ferryman, don't you know?"

"What philosopher?" asked Bess innocently.

"Oh, that old friend of mine who went to sea with his knowledge.
Don't you remember?"

"I never heard of him," declared Bess falling into the trap.

"Then let me tell you," and Ed slipped his arm within hers as they
walked along toward Cora's camp. "There was once a boatman and at
the same time there was a philosopher. The former took the latter
to sea, or to cross a small body of water, it doesn't really matter.
All the way as they sailed the philosopher would say: 'Did you ever