"I did, Neale, yes. You of course know this story, don't you, Miss Ruth?" he asked.

"Yes, I believe we were the first Neale told about it."

"Well," went on Mr. Howbridge, while Tess and Dot showed signs of impatience to get on board the boat, "I told Neale we must find out more from this Hank Dayton, the mule driver, before we could do anything, or start to advertise for Mr. O'Neil. And now, it seems, he is here again.

At first, Neale, when I saw you hurrying along, excited, I was afraid I had lost a very important law case. I am glad you did not bring bad news."

Ruth stole a glance at her guardian's face. He was more than usually quiet and anxious, she thought, though he tried to be gay and jolly.

"We'll have a look at this boat," said Mr. Howbridge, as they advanced toward it. "I'll get Minerva's opinion, and then we'll try to find Hank Dayton."

"I know where to find him," said Neale. "He's going to bunk down at the lower lock for a while. I made him promise to stay there until he could have a talk with you."

"Very good," announced the lawyer. "Now come on, youngsters!" he cried with a gayer manner, and he caught Dot up in his arms and carried her aboard the boat, Neale, Ruth and the others following.

It was a typical houseboat. That is, it was a sort of small house built on what would otherwise have been a scow. The body of the boat was broad beamed forward and aft, as a sailor would say. That is, it was very wide, whereas most boats are pointed at the bow, and only a little less narrow at the stern.

"It's like a small-sized ca.n.a.l boat, isn't it?" remarked Agnes, as they went down into the cabin.

"But ever so much nicer," said Ruth.

"Oh, look at the cute little cupboards!" cried Dot. "I could keep my dolls there."

"And here's a sweet place for the cats!" added Tess, raising the cover of a sort of box in a corner. "It would be a crib."

"That's a locker," explained Mr. Howbridge, with a smile.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to lock Almira in there!" exclaimed the little girl. "She might smother, and how could she get out to play with her kittens?"

"Oh, I don't mean that it can be locked," explained the lawyer. "It is just called that on a boat. Cupboards on the wall and the window seats on the floor are generally called lockers on board a ship."

"Is this a ship?" asked Dot.

"Well, enough like one to use some of the same words," replied Mr.

Howbridge. "Now let's look through it."

This they did, and each step brought forth new delights. They had gone down a flight of steps and first entered a small cabin which was evidently intended for a living room. Back of that was very plainly the dining room, for it contained a table and some chairs and on the wall were two cupboards, or "lockers" as the lawyer said they must be called.

"And they have real dishes in them!" cried Tess, flattening her nose against one of the gla.s.s doors.

"Don't do that, dear," said Ruth in a low voice.

"But I want to see," insisted Tess.

"So do I!" chimed in Dot, and soon the two little sisters, side by side, with noses pressed flat against the doors, were taking in the sights of the dishes. Mr. Howbridge silently motioned to Ruth to let them do as they pleased.

"Oh, what a lovely dolls' party we could have here!" sighed Dot, as she turned away from the dish locker.

"And couldn't Almira come?" asked Tess, appealing to Agnes. "And bring one of her kittens?"

"Yes, we'll even allow you two kittens, for fear one would get lonesome," laughed Mr. Howbridge. "But come on. You haven't seen it all yet."

There was a small kitchen back of the dining room, and both Ruth and Agnes were interested to see how conveniently everything was arranged.

"It would be ever so much easier to get meals here than in the Corner House," was Ruth's opinion.

"Do you think so?" asked the lawyer.

"Yes, everything is so handy. You hardly have to take a step to reach anything," added Agnes. "You only have to turn from the stove to the sink, and another turn and you have everything you want, from a toasting fork to an egg beater," and she indicated the different kitchen utensils hanging in a rack over the stove.

"I'm glad you like it," said Mr. Howbridge, and Ruth found herself wondering why he said that.

They pa.s.sed into the sleeping quarters where small bunks, almost like those in Pullman cars, were neatly arranged, even to a white counterpane and pillow shams on each one.

"Oh, how lovely."

"And how clean and neat!"

"It's just like a sleeping car on the railroad."

"Yes, or one of those staterooms on some steamers."

"A person could sleep as soundly here as in a bed at home," was Ruth's comment.

"Yes, unless the houseboat rocked like a ship," said Agnes.

"I don't think it could rock much on the ca.n.a.l."

"No, but it might on a river, or a lake. I guess a houseboat like this can go almost anywhere."

There were two sets of sleeping rooms, one on either side of a middle hall or pa.s.sageway. Then came a small bathroom. And back of that was something that made Neale cry out in delight.

"Why, the boat has an engine!" exclaimed the boy. "It runs by motor!"

"Yes, the _Bluebird_ is a motor houseboat," said Mr. Howbridge, with a smile. "It really belongs on Lake Macopic, but to get it there through the ca.n.a.l mules will have to be used, as this boat has such a big propeller that it would wash away the ca.n.a.l banks. It is not allowed to move it through the ca.n.a.l under its own power."

"That's a dandy engine all right!" exclaimed Neale, and he knew something about them for one summer he had operated a small motor craft on the Gentory River, as well as running the Corner House girls'

automobile for them. "I wish I could run this," he went on with a sigh, "but I don't suppose there's any chance."

"I don't know about that," said the lawyer, musingly. "That is what I brought Minerva here to talk about. Let's go back to the main cabin and sit down."

"I'm going to sit on one of the lockers!" cried Tess, darting off ahead of the others.

"I want to sit on it, too!" exclaimed Dot.

"There are two lockers on the floor--one for each," laughed Mr.

Howbridge.

As the little party moved into the main cabin, Ruth found herself wondering more and more what Mr. Howbridge wanted her opinion on. She was not long, however, in learning.