fit for an explorer, so we bundled the things up with our own and stuffed them all into the kit-bag on top of the lunch.
Luke Street has a turn in it just beyond our house, so neither Katy nor Lena could have seen which way we went; anyhow, I think they were both in the back kitchen, which looks out on the clothes-yard. I thought perhaps we should have told Katy where we were going after all, but Jerry said:
"Fiddlesticks, Chris; we're not babies. I suppose you'd like Katy to take us in a perambulator."
This was horrid of him, but he made up for everything later on.
Our Captain Lewis was not in the pilot-house of the Wecanicut. Instead there was a strange captain, a scraggly, cross-looking person, staring at a little book and not watching the people who came on
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