Four Afloat - Ralph Henry Barbour - Bog

"She's a pu-pu-pu-pu--!" "Quite so, Tommy," said Dan soothingly, "but don't excite yourself." "--pu-pu-peach!" "Oh, all right!" laughed Nelson. "I thought you were trying to call her a puppy. What do you think of her, Bob?" "Best ever," answered Bob promptly and quietly. They were standing, the four of them-"to say nothing of the dog," which in this case was a wide-awake wire-haired terrier-on the edge of a wharf overlooking a small slip in which, in spite of the fact that it was the last week in June and many of the winter tenants had been hauled out and placed in commission, a dozen or more boats lay huddled. There were many kinds of pleasure craft there, from an eighty-foot yawl, still housed over, to a tiny sixteen-foot launch which rejoiced in the somewhat inappropriate name of Formidable.