human
Gypsy just entering the harbor. He ran to the cove where he had left his boat, and by the time the yacht was anchored, had pulled alongside. To his surprise no one was aboard but Frank.
gpt
Where are the rest of the boys? he asked, as that young man grasped his boat. Frank laughed.
human
Well, just about now they are playing tennis and calling 'fifteen love' and 'thirty love' with a lot of girls down at Bar Harbor. The fact is, Bert, he continued as Albert stepped aboard,
gpt
Want to hear some one sing 'Ben Bolt' again?
human
Well, maybe, replied Frank;
gpt
No girl on your brain,
human
Well, that's different, was the evasive answer, and then he added suddenly,
gpt
By the way, where is the girl with the wonderful eyes you met here? What about girl on your brain?
human
Just now I imagine she's helping her mother in the house, answered Albert quietly; and then he added,
gpt
Well, what is the programme, and where are you going with the 'Gypsy'?
human
I want to be landed at the nearest port where I can reach a railroad, answered Frank,
gpt
What about the rest of the boys?
human
Well, replied Frank,
gpt
I must go ashore and leave word I am coming back, said Albert;
human
So is the blue-eyed girl, I imagine, observed Frank with a droll smile. When the irrepressible owner of the 'Gypsy' had deserted her, Albert returned to the Cape and remained there for a week. How many little trips he induced his new-found friends to take on her during that time, how much gossip it created in the village, and how many happy hours he and Telly passed together, need not be told. The last day but one of his stay he invited everybody at the Cape, old or young, to go out on a short cruise, and nearly all accepted. Mrs. Leach, however, did not come, and when Albert asked Telly the reason she answered quietly,
gpt
It's because the poor old soul is ashamed of her clothes.
human
I hope we'll see ye soon, Mr. Page, and ye'r' sure of a welcome here, so don't forget us,