A little sober thought in the proper direction set him right.
The Butterfly was darting out of "Weston Bay" as they approached.
"Cease--rowing!" said Frank.

"Now, my lads, let us give them three rousing cheers.

All up! One!" "Hurrah!" "Two." "Hurrah!" "Three." "Hurrah!" And then the Zephyrs clapped their hands, long and loudly, and this was the greeting which the old club gave to the new one.

The compliment was heartily returned by the Butterfly, and then the cheers were repeated again and again.

Every member seemed to glow with kindly feeling towards the others.