"Huh! Perhaps you never tried to pilot a tub," interposed Leo. "I did
the other day, just for practice, so I'd know how to row when the time
came to use this here punt--if that's what you call it. Jimminy! I
got tipped over into the creek, and a scolding besides when I went
home! I'd be sorry to have her act like that."
"A tub is a tub and a boat is a boat," said Jack, sententiously. "This
one couldn't tip over if it tried. Don't you see it's most square? In
fact, we didn't mean to get it quite so wide; but, after all, it is
better than those canoe-like things, which are always rocking from one
side to the other."
"What are you going to name it?" asked Jim.
Jack looked nonplussed. This necessity had not occurred to him before.
He appealed to Rob.
"Suppose," replied the latter, after mature deliberation,--"suppose we
call it the Sylph? There's a, story in the _Boys' Own_ about a
beautiful boat called the Sylph."
"Cricky! it looks about as much like a sylph as--well, as Mary Ann
does!" said Jim. Since the stout, good-natured cook was heavy, and
nearly square in figure, the comparison was amusingly apt.
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