“You bet we have,” said Chub. “Bacon and eggs, all sputtering together in a pan like a happy family. Gee, I’m hungry enough to eat this paddle. Talk about being up a long time, Harry! Why, I’ve been up ever since--” “Ten minutes ago,” finished Roy. “Snip, if you lean any farther out you’ll find a watery grave.” “Snip can swim beautifully,” said Harry indignantly. “Can’t you, darling?” Darling intimated by a quick dab of his tongue at her chin that swimming was one of the easiest things he did. “Huh!” said Chub. “Snip swims like Sid Welch; makes an awful lot of fuss but doesn’t get anywhere. Why, when Sid gets into the water there’s foam for a mile up and down the river; looks like a regular flotilla of excursion steamers had been along. As for Sid, he grunts and thrashes his arms and legs around and stays just where he started.” “I think Snip swims very well for a small dog,” said Harry with hauteur. “Talking about swimming,” observed Roy, “who’s going in this forenoon? Did you bring your bathing-suit, Harry?” “I guess I’ll wait until to-morrow,” answered Harry. “Then I can get into my bathing-suit at the house and put on a mackintosh and you can row me over.” “For that matter,” said Roy, “we might just as well go in from the float. The swimming’s just as good there as it is on the island.” But Harry raised instant protest. “No, you mustn’t,” she declared. “That wouldn’t be fair. You must make believe that the island is away off from everywhere and that it takes days and days to get to the camp.” “Of course,” laughed Roy. “Let me see, to-day’s Friday; we ought to get breakfast about Sunday, eh?” “Dick will have it all eaten by then,” said Chub sadly. “Oh, we’ve already been two days on the trip,” answered Harry merrily. “We’ll be there in a few minutes now.” “Hooray!” Chub shouted. “Land ho!” “Where away?” asked Roy. “Two points off the bow paddle,” answered Chub. “And, say, I can smell that bacon!” A moment later they were aground on Inner Beach and Roy helped Harry out on to the sand. At the stove Dick was busily transferring slices of crisp bacon and golden-brown eggs on to the tin plates. “Good morning, Harry,” he shouted. “You’re just in time. Have a fried egg?” “No,” answered Chub, “she isn’t hungry. She says I can have hers.” “Oh, you fibber!” cried Harry. “I didn’t say anything of the kind, Dick! I’m so hungry--” “That’s all right,” Dick replied. “No one ever believes Chub. Here you are, now; get busy. Pass your cups if you want coffee. Say, Roy, get the sugar, will you? I forgot it.” “Oh, don’t we have the best things to eat!” sighed Harry presently. “We sure do,” answered Roy. “Is there another egg there, Dickums?” “Yes, there’s two each. Pass your plate.” “I don’t want a second one,” Harry announced, “so some one can have it.”