LOST ISLAND
"That's a good idea," Dave put in. "Could n't we do that for the next six weeks?"
"What? Sleep in the park?" Tempest said, aghast.
"No. Clean trolley cars."
"Not on your life," replied Tempest, pulling a wry face. "It's good, honest work, but I'd rather spend the day cleaning out the bilges of ships than cleaning cars. There does n't seem to be any romance about those things. Let's find accommodation for the present, and something will turn up."
They soon found a clean boarding house, not far from the harbor, and most of the next two days was spent in sight-seeing. In the city itself they found more than one opportunity of getting work, but they were not desperately hard up, and Tempest scorned the idea of cleaning out stables, while he positively refused to agree to Dave tackling the job of elevator boy in a hotel.
"How do you think you 'll learn sailoring by
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