"Now then, if you're all ready, we'll move the
boat."
It was rather hard work to start the Bluebird, but once it had begun
to move, it went more easily through the water. Captain White had one
pushing pole, Mr. Bobbsey another, and Bert and Harry used one between
them. Soon the houseboat moved out from the narrow part of the creek,
and from under the trees, to a place where wide meadows were found on
either side. A little farther, going around a bend in the stream, the
Bobbseys came in sight of a farmhouse, a barn and several other
buildings near it.
"Oh, look!" cried Nan. "Somebody lives there."
"Yes, that's Mr. Hardee's farm, I think," said Mr. Bobbsey. "We can
tie up our boat here, and then, if we want some milk or eggs, we can
easily get them."
"I needs some aigs," spoke Dinah. "Done used de lastest one in dem
muffins."
"Then we'll make the boat fast here," decided Mr. Bobbsey. "With your
corn muffins, Dinah, and the fish Will gave us, we'll have a fine
supper. As soon as the boat is fast you and Harry can clean the fish,
Bert."
Beyond the broad expanse which lay between the wide meadows, the creek
had narrowed again opposite the farmhouse and barn. In fact, it was so
narrow, that if there had been another houseboat on the stream, there
would have been trouble for the Bluebird to pass.
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