thought it was the model that mattered, nobody knowing about the paper of course. If he did steal it—and I think he did—he probably took it away and sold it and was disgusted at not getting much money for it. Mr. Bolliver says that when he saw the model and bought it he never supposed that any of us could be alive because he didn't think Ingrams would be selling their ship—or if they had, it showed they didn't want it anyway. So the whole thing is certainly very queer and much more exciting than any kind of book. Mr. Bolliver says that the boys will no doubt cable IF they really get the treasure, which is one good thing. But I don't think I can wait that long. Ends clearing, much cooler.
July 23. This day begins bright, fair and hot. No wind. Mr. Bolliver went away this afternoon. I wish he could have stayed longer. He is more relieving to talk to than the aunts. Did nothing much. Read old log-books. Went down again and looked at the schooner. Got scolded by the aunts for talking to the men. But they were nice and told me things. Ends same as morning as to wind and weather.
July 25. Comes in cloudy and dark. Wind NNE. Walked out to Bluff Point and got caught in the rain. Was not much scolded by the aunts. How strange, because I was sopping. Instead they gave me hot lemonade and toast and said I could make cinnamon sugar for it if I wanted. So I did, and it was pretty good. Wrote to Mr. Bolliver, which
