Uncle Fred was as cross as a bear, and didn't have any one to take it out on, so he just looked savage and hustled us ashore, as if every separate one of us was to blame for the whole thing.
However, when he felt his feet on solid ground again, he brightened up some, and so did the girls; and he piloted us all to a restaurant and set us up as fine a supper as he could think of; and, queerly enough, we were all ready for it; and got home in the finest humor ever.
