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They came up out of the cabin to watch the mooring line cast off, and to wave handkerchiefs at the empty cottage porches as the Arrow backed and straightened and swept out of the bay. The Arrow was engined to justify her name. But the swell was heavier than it looked from shore. No craft, even a sixty-footer built for speed, finds her speed lines a thing of comfort in heavy going.
He goes on to confide to her how the weather's beastly, business on the fritz, and how he's just ordered a new sixty-footer that he hopes will be in commission for the July regattas. A hot billy-doo to a young lady he's supposed to be clean nutty over, one that had been sittin' up nights writin' on both sides of half a dozen sheets to him!
"Where's Robert?" demands Old Hickory, marchin' out of his private office and glarin' at the closed roll-top. "I expect he's takin' the afternoon off," says I, maybe grinnin' a bit. "Huh!" says the boss. "The second this week! I thought that fool regatta was over." "Yes, sir, it is," says I. "Besides, he didn't enter." "Oh!" says Mr. Ellins. "Then it isn't a case of a sixty-footer!"
She's a sixty-footer and goes through the water like a knife blade. You'll all come with me and we'll see the show from a private box." "Can you carry ALL OF US?" asked Peggy incredulously. "Every last one, little girl, and a dozen more if you like. So fly to the east and fly to the west and then invite the very one whom you love best," answered Captain Boynton, pinching Peggy's velvety cheek.
"It's bad luck, the very worst sort of luck, to launch a boat without christening her in the approved manner," Nelly Abbott declared. "I insist on being sponsor. Do let me, Jack." So the new sixty-footer had a bottle of wine from the Abbott cellar broken over her brass-bound stemhead as her bows sliced into the salt water, and Nelly's clear treble chanted: "I christen thee Agua Blanco."
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