“Yes,” answered Dick. “I forgot eggs. And, I say, maybe they will sell us a couple of nice young chickens. We’ll start right after breakfast. Want to come along, Harry?” But Harry shook her head. “Chub and I have to look after the store,” she replied importantly. “That’s so, I’d forgotten the store. Well, you take this list along, Chub, and bring those things back with you at noon. I’ll put down the quantities we need. Who’s got any money?” “Money!” exclaimed Chub. “Where’s that large sum we intrusted to you a week ago?” “Large sum!” responded Dick indignantly. “It was two dollars! How long do you think two dollars is going to last? I’m down to my last cent, and I don’t suppose I can get a check cashed around here.” “Scarcely,” said Chub. “I’ve some money, though. Here’s two dollars to spend on vegetables, and I’ll pay for what we get at the store. Are you keeping the account straight, Roy?” “I guess so, I put down whatever any one tells me to. It’s hot down here. Let’s get back on deck.” The doctor was sitting in one of the willow chairs, his gaze on the opposite shore of the river, where a few faint lights twinkled through the darkness. Chub lighted the lamp in the wheel-house, and Harry stopped behind her father and rumpled his hair playfully. “Asleep, papa?” she asked. “Asleep? By no means, my dear. The fact is, I was--” he paused and laughed amusedly--“I was occupied in rather a funny way. I was making up a riddle.” “A riddle!” said Harry. “That’s nice. What is it, papa?” “Well, see if you can guess it, any of you.” “That means me,” said Chub, perching himself on the rail and hugging a stanchion. “If there’s one thing I pride myself on, it’s elucidating riddles. Elucidator’s my middle name.” “Well, tell me what it is that ‘Flies through the air without wings, Swims through the sea without fins, Has nails but no toes, Sheets but no clothes, On each of its fingers wears rings.’” “Why, it’s poetry!” declared Harry. “Well, I don’t claim much for the rhymes,” answered the doctor, modestly. “Got it, Chub?” “Er--well, you see, sir, being in rhyme makes it more difficult.” The others jeered. “Of course I don’t mean that I can’t guess it, only that it requires more effort. Now let me see: ‘Flies through the air without wings;’ that’s a balloon. ‘Swims through the sea without fins;’ that’s--that’s an eel. Er--what was the rest, doctor?” “‘Has nails but no toes, Sheets but no clothes, On each of its fingers wears rings.’” replied the doctor. Chub was silent a moment. Then, “I--I think it’s an ichthyosaurus,” he said. “You’ll have to guess again,” laughed the doctor. “How about you, Dick?” “I give it up,” answered Dick. “So do I,” said Roy and Harry in unison. “And you, Chub?” “Well, of course I could get it in time, but as the others are impatient, I won’t stand in their way, sir.” “Very kind of you, sir,” said the doctor. “It’s a ship.”