Miss Comfort's. And that Mr. Goupil is a darling duck, isn't he? And, oh, won't it be perfectly corking next fall, Laurie, when we have the boat for our own? Think of the good times we can have! It was wonderful of Miss Comfort to think of it."
"Bet you anything," chuckled Laurie, "she'll wish herself back there. Dare say she won't be able to sleep on shore again after a summer on the rolling deep!"
Polly laughed. "She's a dear, isn't she? And, Laurie, didn't everything turn out beautifully this spring? Think how we 'reclaimed' Kewpie and—"
"Heard Kewpie's latest? He told Ned and me before supper that he might not be able to play football next fall because he didn't want to risk hurting his pitching arm! He's a rare bird, that Kewpie!"
"Oh, he must play football! But he will, of course. Wasn't he splendid this afternoon? And—and weren't you splendid, too? I just shrieked and shrieked when you made that perfectly wonderful catch and saved the game!"
"I didn't save the game," answered Laurie.
