Handy in bad weather." "It's a pretty decent-looking house too," said Ford.

"Come on: let's go over, and let her know we've arrived in port." "Well, no," said Joe: "you fellows go over, soon as you please.

Fuz and I won't take our breakfast there this morning." "Going somewhere else, eh?
Well, we'll have an eye to your trunks when they come." The giggle grew rapidly into a laugh, as Fuz exclaimed,-- "Trunks! why, our baggage'll go to our boarding-house.

We don't put up with Mother Myers this time: got a new place.

Oh, but won't you fellows just love her and Almira!" It was all out, that deep secret about their change of boarding-house; and the Hart boys had something to enjoy this time, for Dab and his friends looked at each other for a moment in blank amazement.
"All right, boys," shouted Ford, at the end of it: "here's for some breakfast.