let him have one of the transom bunks, and Tom or I takes the floor,” answered Philip, with a laugh.
Two brass lamps with white and gold shades swung from the forward bulkhead, and under the lamps on each side of the boat was a chest of drawers.
Brenda, venturing to look into some of the drawers, called Nora’s attention to the neat piles of table linen, while Amy and Julia went into ecstasies over the delicate glass tumblers in the rack above the dresser, on which were painted the Club flag, and Philip’s signal.
“I must say your library is n’t very extensive,” said Nora, turning over the books on the shelves above the transoms.
“Oh, if we had many books, we should n’t have room for other things,” and Philip pointed to the cameras, fleld-glass, yachting-caps, and other odds and ends that took up the most of the shelf-space. “But come, you must see where we keep our charts.”
Philip opened the door of the little lavatory with its set basin and bright faucets, and from one wall removed what looked like a flat board. He explained that this was the dining-table, which when in use had one end placed on a bulkhead at the forward end of the cabin, while the other was supported on a pair of legs.
“But this is what I wanted to show you,” he said, and from the wall behind the table he removed a large portfolio, in which were the large charts which he displayed with genuine pride.
“Where do you get your water?” asked Julia, more interested in the boat’s appointments than in the chart.
