older than Garth and wore the initials of a big school on his cap.
"Say, Mother," he said, when she had finished looking over the menu, "I wish you'd let me go to Kewonset Camp this year. Nearly all the fellows have gone. It's no fun out at Aunt Maud's. And oh, Mother! Billy Stenway's father gave him a boat,—a real one, I mean,—and he wants me to come down to their place and go sailing."
"Does Billy know how to sail?" asked the mother.
"I don't believe so yet. He's going to, though; his uncle is going to teach him. I don't even know what kind of a boat it is. I think it has two sails, though."
"She might be a sloop," said Garth suddenly.
The boy and his mother looked across the table in amazement. The boy frankly stared.
"What do you know about it, kid?" he said.
"But of course she might be a cat-yawl," said Garth, "only I don't believe so. How big is she?"
"Oh, about sixteen feet long, I guess," said the boy, fairly surprised into answering.
"Has she a center-board, or a keel?" asked Garth.
