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Updated: May 17, 2025
If you had been a fithh thwimming in the ocean all night you, too, would have an appetite. How would you like to be a fithh, Mith Livingthton?" "I am quite content to be a mere human being," was the Chief Guardian's laughing reply. "Were you afraid when you found yourself out in the ocean all alone?" "Afraid? I I gueth I didn't think about that.
"I suggest then, that Jane McCarthy be chief officer that is, the next in line to the captain with Margery as purser, Hazel as third officer, and Tommy, what would you like to be?" asked Miss Elting. "I gueth I'll be the pathenger," decided little Tommy wisely. There was a chorus of protests at this. "You and I will be the fourth and fifth officers respectively," announced the guardian.
Gueth they feed him on thawdutht an' shavingth, don't they, Mandy?" "Oh, look at 'em! Look at 'em! Them's some er the private school; don't they look grand ridin' in Bill Tillson's grocery wagin?" shouted Mandy. "I wonder if that horthe would jump if I fired a thnowball?" "Don't ye do it!" shouted the driver. "Better not, Chub!" cried Mandy, thinking that perhaps the fun had gone far enough.
"I am all right, thank you. I haven't time to think about resting. I am going to try to get our belongings out of the boat. We aren't so badly off as we might be." "If I had thome dry clotheth on I gueth I'd be all right," observed a lisping voice from the darkness. "My kimono is thoaking wet." "Now, Jane, I'm ready," finally announced Harriet. "Let's get that stove out first of all.
'Whose beaux yeux do you think we have in the dining-room? asked Freda. 'I am thure I cannot gueth; perhapth Thir Hugh Prythe's, Miss Nugent lisped. 'Do you call his beaux yeux? Little ferret eyes like his! No; guess again. 'Young Rithe Rithe? 'Wrong again. 'Not Captain Lewith? 'Some one much nearer home.
Won't Miss Elting be amused when she hears what we have to tell her?" said Harriet. "I gueth they won't want to thee uth again," suggested Tommy. "Yes, they will. They have something to tell us," returned Harriet mysteriously. "What is it?" asked Margery. "I am not going to say. At least, not until I am sure it is so. I wonder if they will get suspicious of the island and search it for us?"
"I motht thertainly do." "How did you feel?" "I felt cold. I had what Harriet callth 'cold feet. Then I gueth I didn't feel much of anything till I felt mythelf thitting in the thand with thome of me dry and thome of me wet, and Harriet trying to drag me out of the thudth." "Out of what?" exclaimed the Chief Guardian. "Thudth." "Suds," interpreted Miss Elting.
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