"Do you see the big puffs of wind in the clouds yonder ?" "It must take a sailor to see that sort of thing," remarked Belle.

"What I see in the cloud looks like big, fluffy masses of cotton, streaked with something darker." "That's the wind," nodded Dave Darrin.

"Now, girls, I don't want you to think me a muff.

That wind may swerve, and not come this way, although in all probability the wind will get this way and the water will be rougher.
If it does get rougher on the river, and if we had taken you two out, and the boat had capsized, then by some chance we might not have been able to get you to shore.

What would your folks then say to us if we had had the miserable luck to survive you ?" "You did just right," Laura declared promptly.