Joe fell in love with more islands during that time than he had known existed.

"I've always wanted to own an island," he would explain, "and that's the very island.

Let's go ashore, Steve, and look around." Steve humoured him several times, until the others complained that they were getting tired of stopping at every bunch of rocks on the Maine Coast, and pointed out, besides, that, as Perry had owned to having but nine dollars in his pocket just a few days before, it wasn't at all likely that he would find an island within his means.

After exhausting the interest of Casco Bay the two boats ran further up the shore and spent another forty-eight hours at Camden.

Steve had friends there and the whole tribe of mariners were invited to dinners and luncheons and found that "home cooking" was all that it was popularly believed to be.
Ossie had a most perfect time during those two days.
"Nothing to cook but breakfast," he said ecstatically, "and real food the other two meals! Gee, but it's fine to eat something some other poor duffer has cooked! Say, Joe, what is it that pigs have that kills them off in bunches: sort of a--an epidemic ?" "Hog cholera," hazarded Joe.