sandwiches sitting upon nice dry chairs in the cabin. Is there anything more that you wish to know?"
We all leaned out and watched the boat pass up the river. "A pretty boat, isn't she," said Uncle Rob. "And there is music aboard, and dancing,—and sandwiches! You don't happen—to have a sandwich with you, do you, Elizabeth?—one that isn't working?"
Bess shook her head. "If I had, it wouldn't go begging for shelter," she said.
Bob grinned. "There's a chocolate sundae in one of my pockets," he said. "It was chocolate creams when I started; but the last time that I put my hand in, I couldn't recognize them. I'm not offering you any, because the pocket 'would have to go with them, and I need it."
We had passed the boat very quickly; for the horses were still tearing along and keeping Bob busy with the reins; but presently I got interested. "Where you going, Bob?" I asked.
"Don't know," said Bob.
"Why don't you turn around," said I. "Don't you know when Fate has worsted you?"
"Chet," said Uncle Rob,—"I saw you run
