"Oh, stow that away for use at some future time," advised Bob. "Come
on, if we're going out in a boat."

There was a little wharf, at which the Seaburys kept a couple of
rowboats, and, as six were too many to go into one craft, Nellie and
Jerry occupied the smaller, while Bob and Ned, Olivia and Rose, got
into the other.

"Where shall we go?" asked Ned.

"Oh, row around anywhere," replied Jerry. "We'll have to get used to
oars, we haven't handled 'em in quite a while."

The boys soon found that the skill with which they had formerly used
the ashen blades, before the era of their motor boat, was coming back
to them, and they sent the skiffs around the bay at fairly good speed,
the two crafts keeping close together.

"This is something like work," announced Jerry, as he rested on his
oars, and let the boat drift with the tide, which was running in.

"That's what it is," declared Ned. "I wish--"

"Thank you!" exclaimed Olivia. "I'm sure we're very sorry that we have
given you so much work. We didn't know we were so heavy; did we
girls?"

"No, indeed!" chimed in Rose. "If you will kindly row us back to
shore, we'll get out and you boys can go where you please. Work! The