In short, it was
just perfect weather, as the Bobbsey twins started off on their
houseboat.
Nan and Dorothy, having finished looking at each other's dresses,
which always seems to delight girls, had come up on deck so that now
the whole Bobbsey family, and their country, and seashore cousin
visitors also, were there.
"Have you caught any fish yet?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, walking over to
where Bert and Harry were dangling their lines in the water.
"Not yet, but we've had two or three bites," said Bert, hopefully.
"I think you'll have better luck when we reach some quiet place, and
anchor," Mr. Bobbsey went on. "At any rate, you need not worry, if you
don't catch any fish. Dinah will be able to give us something else for
dinner, I think."
"I think so, too," said Harry with a laugh. "I can smell something
cooking now."
This was so. For, though the Bobbseys had started early that morning,
there was so much to do that it was now nearly noon. To them it seemed
only an hour or so since they had started. Dinah was a good cook. She
kept one eye on the clock and the other on the things she was cooking.
And she made up her mind that the meals would be on time, even if they
were served on a houseboat. So it was the cooking of dinner that Harry
smelled.
"Oh, Dorothy!" exclaimed Nan, after a little while, during which the
two girls looked across the lake to the distant shores they had left.
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