He was not lonely, for his daddy had come. Paul and his daddy were great
friends. They went around together like two chums.
The day before Daddy's week was up they went out for a long sail. Mrs.
Ray was afraid to go, but Paul was not. He felt very big and brave. With
Daddy to sail the boat everything would be all right. The sun shone,
the wind blew, and away they started. The boat seemed to skim along as
lightly as a sea gull.
At last they landed on a little island. Paul helped his daddy gather
sticks and build a fire. Mr. Ray put four ears of corn under the wood.
Paul thought they would burn up, but they didn't. The husks covered
them. Next Mr. Ray put a pan on the fire and fried some bacon and
some potatoes. Paul unpacked a basket of sandwiches, and by that time
everything was ready. They had no plates and no napkins. They ate with
their fingers, in just the way little boys sometimes wish to do and
mustn't, when they are at the table.
Daddy told stories of camping and hunting as they sat by the fire.
Time passed very quickly. It was four o'clock before they knew it.
"All aboard," cried Mr. Ray, and in a very few minutes the lunch things
were packed up and they were in the boat.
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