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Polynesia Has a Plan
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at the head of the table in the Doctor's place, tucked a napkin under his fat chin and heaved a sigh of expectation.
Then, bang! Bumpo slammed the door and locked it.
"That settles him for a while," said Polynesia coming out from her hiding-place. "Now let him teach navigation to the side-board. Gosh, the cheek of the man! I've forgotten more about the sea than that lumbering lout will ever know. Let's go upstairs and tell the Doctor. Bumpo, you will have to serve the meals in the cabin for the next couple of days."
And bursting into a rollicking Norwegian sea-song, she climbed up to my shoulder and we went on deck.
