"That's right, Uncle," cried Betty. "And see the—what are we supposed to call these?" and she pointed to pots, pans, dishes and other utensils that hung around the galley.
"Oh, call 'em galley truck, that's as good a name as any," said the old captain. "Do you like this, Bet?"
"Like it, Uncle Amos! It's the dearest little boat in the world. I don't deserve it. You are so good to get it for me, and it was such a surprise."
"Yes, I calculated it would be a surprise, all right. But I didn't forget that you always wanted to be a sailor, and so when I got the chance, I made up my mind I'd get you something worth while before I got sent to Davy Jones' locker."
"Where is that?" asked Amy, innocently.
"Oh, he means before he got drowned, or something like that," explained Betty. "Oh, Uncle Amos, you're a dear!" and she kissed him, somewhat to his confusion.
"So I got a man to build this boat to suit my ideas," went on the old seaman. "It's equipped for salt water, if so be you should ever want to take a trip to sea."
"Never!" cried Mollie.
"Well, you never can tell," he said sagely.
