my Whirlwind, don't you think?"

"Oh, no, don't," objected Belle. "I should always feel that we were
going to be--"

"Whirlpooled?" finished Jack. "Better make her the Petrel, Cora,
for two reasons. We bought it from Mr. Peters, and she can walk on
the water like the old original sea-fowl. Just see how she does
saunter along."

"All right. Petrel will do, but it will be Pet for short," said
Cora as now she allowed the boat to drift a little way from beside
the boys' canoe.

"What was the matter with the steamer folks?" asked Ed. "Thought I
heard something as we passed."

"Yes, you might have heard them talking about us if your ears had on
their long distance," replied Cora quickly. "The Blakes are
aboard."

"I saw their trunks at the station," said Jack "and they were tagged
to The Burrow."

"That's the hole in the hill, isn't it?" asked Walter. "Well, I'm
glad they have come up--the Benny Blakeses. I like a lot of folks
around here. It is apt to have a depressing effect upon me if
company is scarce and fishing shy."

"Or weather wet," put in Ed. "But say, Cora, I'd like to try the