ingly. “Bounded on the north by Canada, on the east by the St. Lawrence River, on the south by the United States of America and on the west by—by water. Its principal exports are buffaloes and—and—”
“Oh, dry up!” said Roy. “Anyhow, we could go up as far as Troy—”
“And get our laundry done,” suggested Chub.
“And we could stop for a while at Ferry Hill and see the school and the Doctor and Mrs. Em and Harry—”
“What I want to know—” began Dick.
“And we could stay at Fox Island a day or two. It would be like old times.”
“You mean Harry’s Island,” corrected Dick. “What I want to know, though, is whether we can take Harry along.”
“Chub thinks we can,” answered Roy; “but I don’t see how we could manage it.”
“Easy enough,” said Chub. “There’s three rooms we can use for sleeping. Harry and her mother, or whoever came along with her, could have the big room up front or the little room at the rear, the one Mr. Cole used as a studio.”
