other boy would not leave his sister and his father." He roused himself suddenly. "Perhaps I do Ken injustice. I want to meet the gallant commander of the Flying Dutchman. It seems absurd that such close neighbors have not yet met. Bring him—and Felicia, when you come again. We'll drink to the success of the Sturgis Water Line. And don't dare to tell me, next time, that you never heard of the scale of A flat major, my little scamp!"
Kirk, to whom the Maestro's word was law, delivered his message very solemnly to Ken, who laughed.
"Not much fear of my cultivating too strong an affection for Mud Ocean, as navigated by the Dutchman. If I had a chance to see real water and real ships, it might be different."
"But how horrid of his son never to let him know—poor old gentleman!" said Felicia, who was putting on her hat at the window.
"Probably the old gentleman was so angry with him in the beginning that he did n't dare to, and now he thinks he's dead," Ken said.
"Who thinks who's dead?" Phil asked. "You'd never make a rhetorician."
"I should hope not!" said her brother.
