try to recover the ship model. Owing to the scantiness of the Ingram fortunes only one person could go, and that person was obviously Mark, and, quite as obviously, not Jane. She felt sure that she could win the model from the antique dealer, if her brother failed, even though she might have to smuggle it from the shop under cover of darkness and sail it out of Boston Harbor. To do this last, however, she would have needed to nibble a bit of Alice in Wonderland's mushroom, she thought ruefully.
She gave Mark a great many parting words of advice as to ways and means of threatening or cajoling the shopman, to which her brother paid no attention whatever, being much occupied with trying to determine in which pocket he should put his money. He was trying, also, not to seem as majestic as he felt. Journeys away from Resthaven were rare, and at the end of this one lay the pride of the Ingrams.
Jane's progress that day at Mrs. Titcomb's Select School was far from satisfactory to its mistress. Jane's eyes, for the most part, were fastened on the dock, instead of on her lesson books. This puzzled Mrs. Titcomb, who was a
