passed this boat a thousand times and never thought of making it into a—an apartment!"
"Please, Polly dear," Miss Comfort protested, "not an apartment! I want it just what it is, a boat—my boat. You don't think, do you"—she appealed to Laurie—"that it would do to change the name? Of course the Pequot Queen is very pretty, but I would so like to call it after grandfather's ship there." Her gaze went to the oil-painting on the wall.
"Don't see why not," said Laurie. "All we'd have to do would be to paint out the old name. What was your grandfather's ship called, ma'am?"
"The Lydia W. Frye," replied Miss Comfort raptly. "He named her after my grandmother. She was one of the New Jersey Fryes."
Laurie had a slight fit of coughing, which he recovered from so abruptly, when he encountered Ned's scowl, that he nearly choked. "A nice name," declared Ned sternly. "I'm sure we could change the letters on the bow."
"Oh, now I don't believe I'd want you to go to all that trouble," said Miss Comfort. "I'll just call it the Lydia W. Frye to myself, and that
