"I guess we won't be fined for speeding now," laughed Marjorie, and in the next chapter you shall hear what further adventures she had aboard this wonderful Noah's Ark. [Illustration: The Weathercock called out that he could see the little red Ant on the life-preserver.] MAN OVERBOARD Wake up! Wake up! and sing your song As we roll merrily along. Above the meadow sings the lark, So let us sing aboard the Ark. "There goes the Weathercock," cooed the Dove, flying over to the porthole and looking out over the bright blue ocean. "Tell him I'll get up in a minute," yawned Marjorie. So the Dove, who slept in Marjorie's cabin in a pretty gilt cage, spoke to the Weathercock, after which she commenced to sing: There's a robin in the woodland, There's a robin in the sea, But they are just as different As different can be. The one that's in the forest Has feathers and a tail; The one that's in the ocean Has a scaly coat of mail. The robin in the forest Could never take a swim; The robin of the ocean Could never fly or skim Across a grassy meadow, Nor fly up in a tree. But he can do all kinds of stunts Within the deep blue sea. "Where did you learn all that?" asked Marjorie, pulling on her stockings. "Listen; there's another verse and maybe two or three," cooed the Dove, and then she began to sing again: The robin of the woodland Has a pretty crimson vest; He sings a merry, blithesome song And builds a cozy nest. The robin of the ocean Has fins that look like wings. He doesn't build a nest at all, He grunts, but never sings. Yet both of them are robins, As some of us have heard-- Although the ocean one's a fish, The woodland one's a bird. "Cock-a-doodle-do!" crowed the Weathercock, as the Dove finished her song. "Hurrah for you! You are the poet of the Ark." "Oh, no!" replied the modest little Dove. "That is not my own. My mother taught me that song when I was a Dovelet." "Is that so?" said the Weathercock, and he gave a sigh of relief, for I guess he wanted to be the only poet on board the Ark and sing his little songs every morning just as he had always done. By this time Marjorie was dressed and, taking the Dove on her shoulder, went down to the diningroom. As usual, the Noah boys were on hand with great and glorious appetites. "How are the animals this morning?" inquired Capt. Noah, helping himself to a big saucer of oatmeal. "Pretty well," answered Japheth. "Some of the insects are getting restless," said Ham. "I should say so," exclaimed Mrs. Noah. "Here's that big red Ant in the sugar bowl." "Catch him," cried Shem, "we ought to put him back where he belongs."' But the Ant all of a sudden crawled out of the sugar bowl and ran down the leg of the table and out on deck. "There he goes!" shouted Marjorie.