"We must stop at some place where there is a telephone," said Mollie,
"and I'll send word to mamma that Paul is with me. She may be
worried."
"Yes, do," suggested Betty. A little later the girls saw that the boys
were approaching a dock, the main one of a small town just below
Deepdale.
"Where are you going?" asked Grace of her brother.
"Going to tie up for a minute. Frank and I want to make amends for
sneaking aboard, so we thought you'd like some soda. There's a grocery
store here that keeps pretty good stuff."
"Oh, yes, I know Mr. Lagg!" exclaimed Mollie. "Barry Lagg is his name.
He's real quaint and jolly."
"Then let's go ashore for the soda ourselves, and meet him," suggested
Grace. "I am very thirsty. What is Mr. Lagg's special line of
jollity?" she asked Mollie.
"Oh, he makes up little verses as he waits on you. You'll see," was
Mollie's answer. I often stop in for a little something to eat when I
am out rowing. He is a nice old gentleman, very polite, and he has
lots of queer stories to tell."
"Has he dot any tandy?" inquired Paul, eagerly.
"Oh, you dear, of course he has!" cried his sister.
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