hey?”
But it roused only faint enthusiasm, which faded out, with no reply. Tom tried one or two other seductions; but they failed, too. It was discouraging work. Joe sat poking up the sand with a stick and looking very gloomy.
Finally he said:
“Oh, boys, let’s give it up. I want to go home. It’s so lonesome.”
“Oh no, Joe, you’ll feel better by and by,” said Tom. “Just think of the fishing that’s here.”
“I don’t care for fishing. I want to go home.”
“But, Joe, there ain’t such another swimming-place anywhere.”
“Swimming’s