"I'm sure I shall have a good time," she said. "I always liked to see
pictures of waves."
"You'll see the real things now, Aunt Mary," cried her nephew heartily. He
was not a bit malicious, possessing a stomach whose equilibrium could not
conceive any other anatomical condition.
Janice, however, had doubts, and on the morning of the next day her doubts
deepened. She looked from the window and shook her head.
"Feel a fly?" inquired Aunt Mary.
"No, I see some clouds," yelled her maid.
"I didn't ask you to speak loud," said the old lady. "I always hear what
you say. Always."
Janice went out of the room and voiced her views of the weather to the
proprietors of the expedition. The proprietors were having an uproarious
breakfast on ham and eggs--all but Mitchell, who sat somewhat aloof and
contented himself with an old and reliable breakfast food long known to
his race.
"Are you really going to take her up the Sound to-day?" the maid demanded
of the merry mob.
"I'm not," said Burnett; "it's the yacht that's going to take her. Pass
the syrup, Jack, like the jack you are."
"Doesn't she feel well?" Jack asked, passing the syrup as requested. "If
she doesn't feel well, of course, we won't go."
"I like that," said Mitchell, "when it's my day for my party and my cook
all provisioned with provisions for provisioning us all. How long do you
suppose ice cream stays together in this month of roses, anyhow?"
"She is very well," said the maid quietly, "but it's blowing pretty fresh
here in the city and I thought that out on the Sound--"
"Blowing fresh, is it?" laughed Burnett; "well, it'll salt her fast enough
when we get out.
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