Clouds of dense black smoke were rolling from the funnels
of the Sparling fleet, while steam was hissing from the
overburdened safety valves.
The show was ready for its start down the river.
The "Little Nemo" had already hoisted anchor and
was drifting with the current awaiting the signal
to start her engines.
"All ashore that's going," sang a voice on each of
the two boats lying at the dock.
The boats' whistles broke out in three deafening,
prolonged blasts each.
"Cast off!" bellowed the pilots.
Hawsers were hauled in and the distance between the dock and
the boats slowly widened.
"We're off," shouted Teddy, waving his hat joyously.
"We will be more so, unless we get some sleep," warned Phil.
"I would suggest that you and I turn in for a few hours. We both
need a beauty sleep."
"I don't," answered Teddy promptly.
"Think not?"
"No, sir. I'm handsome enough as it is. Even the fool
donkey stands aghast when he comes face to face with my
surpassing beauty."
"How about the elephants?" twinkled Phil.
"Elephants don't count, at least not after twelve o'clock
at night.
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